tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16801903696287297842024-02-19T04:43:47.595-06:00The CopelandsThomas Robert -
Thomas Eilers -
Doreen -
SylviaDoreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-87427705327753543512010-01-15T14:39:00.010-06:002010-01-15T16:16:45.302-06:00For BB & KO<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You all are awesome to think of TE! </span> <br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Frog #2 is just as big of a hit as Frog #1. When TE goes to bed he now asks for "frog, frog, eh-fan". Translation: First frog, second frog, elephant. I don't know how many stuffed 'buddies' are in his crib at night - but those three are a must have. </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />We recorded him opening the goodies so you all could see his reaction. I'll confess now - we received your package when TE was at school. I selfishly unwrapped his gift - and really didn't even think twice about it - to see what it was. The precedent of me opening his gifts was set during Christmas. He liked to watch me unwrap the booty while he oohhed & ahhhhed. So, it was out of habit....really:) <br /><br />Anyway, I re-wrapped the gift (guess it finally dawned on me that TE might like to try a little unwrapping himself), so that explains what happened to the blue paper & ribbon.<br /><br /><br /></span> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy0Bem_Fowbb4C15e9d_wn8uaGOGvuMoVuKM3rFTKpHykgQFTJ3RcPyonPmWKlpECZ91uwqUGRDT1CIr3IlhQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-37770684530338595462009-12-27T13:45:00.002-06:002009-12-27T13:58:04.086-06:00This is just a test...<span style="font-family: verdana;">After a long, dry spell, TE is back at 24 frames per second. Below is our test video. I would have included the portion where he makes all of the animal noises he knows (very cute), but he had his hand in his crotch the entire time. </span><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyQKYe2pehLzCCLCMTm_cYO9ELefwPzY3Odsl_UJEJhVWexTFB79S88WD7GU2rNq8pqy5cutDqc4UyG2q7Uag' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-90415952975801201212009-05-21T20:51:00.007-05:002009-05-21T21:24:58.239-05:00My Pajoutfit (PUH-jowt-fit)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">A Poem on Unidentifiable Clothing</div><div style="text-align: center;">by Thomas Eilers Copeland</div><div><br /></div>Am I wearing an outfit</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Or pajamas?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOWFIP7GDU4c4GAW_L6_q_tBo83MDSAT7_MsICnW_bDak1zTtORUB5DMo7e6irUVKjNNp-zvxlIuUE1CBaNABWR0ljFQB4DYy_N6QGdWA1hgfssET90oaPPtLc4oUGgkdcDDQpszZvu_I/s1600-h/IMG_2555.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOWFIP7GDU4c4GAW_L6_q_tBo83MDSAT7_MsICnW_bDak1zTtORUB5DMo7e6irUVKjNNp-zvxlIuUE1CBaNABWR0ljFQB4DYy_N6QGdWA1hgfssET90oaPPtLc4oUGgkdcDDQpszZvu_I/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338460923884731826" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nobody knows,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Not even my Mama.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXz-pUGvhf78rFXCPutFQU5cwDUrai33QLecEDhWnhDWd3LzCtBDXRGsRm2OlIF-jS20ZwLRr_CPE2PfHsuIq8o9zhggjwKO7cJ1-o34xaEsIPbp8qKGFwVtkEZ68PocyohaVmPHk2qlY/s1600-h/IMG_2582.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXz-pUGvhf78rFXCPutFQU5cwDUrai33QLecEDhWnhDWd3LzCtBDXRGsRm2OlIF-jS20ZwLRr_CPE2PfHsuIq8o9zhggjwKO7cJ1-o34xaEsIPbp8qKGFwVtkEZ68PocyohaVmPHk2qlY/s320/IMG_2582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338460945090811538" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">She hadn't done laundry and was running amok</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And then found this in my closet, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Talk about sheer luck!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAkS0sWZRJvJCjAVV4vuCt0CPl39zSsZsyKiRxOczbYyqJiiqUvhPVZn1Ggl8dqnOcI6qUhatXK-yrMi8pjgF5dvw3dEQdAWtgF846JN20cSBrcFY9-ifHnE6-b5-vxCWGn3djRvOQzo/s1600-h/IMG_2572.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAkS0sWZRJvJCjAVV4vuCt0CPl39zSsZsyKiRxOczbYyqJiiqUvhPVZn1Ggl8dqnOcI6qUhatXK-yrMi8pjgF5dvw3dEQdAWtgF846JN20cSBrcFY9-ifHnE6-b5-vxCWGn3djRvOQzo/s320/IMG_2572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338460937198869106" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Then off to Candice's we hastily sped,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And when Mommy dropped me off she thought</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"Is he dressed for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">bed</span>?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqUovKMQ69bS21mP_u-5iSyLaB_U5ABRMSy0mormg_1Jk6CFOFTgcBif0lKx31wDAQpRKWMFrrPkEY6_Gkg9EE0sT1LB2P29u_WMfuBYJxppjg_CFSE4ERUHiu7eAMn33tcp7Vm3_yGA/s1600-h/IMG_2561.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqUovKMQ69bS21mP_u-5iSyLaB_U5ABRMSy0mormg_1Jk6CFOFTgcBif0lKx31wDAQpRKWMFrrPkEY6_Gkg9EE0sT1LB2P29u_WMfuBYJxppjg_CFSE4ERUHiu7eAMn33tcp7Vm3_yGA/s320/IMG_2561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338460934716779218" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nobody is quite sure, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And nobody knows,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">But I think these things may be my bed clothes. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBySZPxorYNga9P1dZbWfyNVVWa_U7tYNR38KxAeWoxs56vQ9vtIWvBVKyQpCrAweugH8ADy-mLXP6aEjzy64IJ9ppofhUypdwKEOY8EhuRnoge0W5gCQ3aBqPh1u_brkIU-TpFhVJEGM/s1600-h/IMG_2560.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBySZPxorYNga9P1dZbWfyNVVWa_U7tYNR38KxAeWoxs56vQ9vtIWvBVKyQpCrAweugH8ADy-mLXP6aEjzy64IJ9ppofhUypdwKEOY8EhuRnoge0W5gCQ3aBqPh1u_brkIU-TpFhVJEGM/s320/IMG_2560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338460931029617202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So at the end of the day, in my back yard I happily sit,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Knowing that Mom invented the very first ever....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Pajoutfit.</span></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-77869746799746986262009-05-18T20:24:00.025-05:002009-05-18T21:46:05.770-05:00Year End, Part 2...and then some<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">Here's the Reader's Digest Rundown of how 2008 ended for the Copelands south....</span><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I went to Academy for 20 whole minutes to finish up some last-minute Christmas shopping. Here's what my sweet little angel's face looked like when I left:</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAqZwbnOsTaJOrzMsJBm274hlMk4jshBwS2gzYIFwoOqmSNWvf7wi2NWzJl86GvIX_f_BPwNcT2t-V3XPsYSynShl5AufYXl0ppJ5ZsTVhgHTk8gB2c4buKeA-f6A60J6ltdRJewpSaQ/s1600-h/IMG_2253.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAqZwbnOsTaJOrzMsJBm274hlMk4jshBwS2gzYIFwoOqmSNWvf7wi2NWzJl86GvIX_f_BPwNcT2t-V3XPsYSynShl5AufYXl0ppJ5ZsTVhgHTk8gB2c4buKeA-f6A60J6ltdRJewpSaQ/s320/IMG_2253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337341654688619170" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And here's what it looked like when I got back:</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiY1w7M29oL_wukliL5STTfTGvmLCPzqg5Pivn9NM4V7hfrDgg6lVWxXozFXvzv54W87vQI9g7H_3bsvS1AUhjhPb87J8RK8UQbRaeCFxtQeNsU9XNAoJhz0iU0abnxK3TrcaA6ktSdM/s1600-h/IMG_2289.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiY1w7M29oL_wukliL5STTfTGvmLCPzqg5Pivn9NM4V7hfrDgg6lVWxXozFXvzv54W87vQI9g7H_3bsvS1AUhjhPb87J8RK8UQbRaeCFxtQeNsU9XNAoJhz0iU0abnxK3TrcaA6ktSdM/s320/IMG_2289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337341657064334626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">According to Dad, TE had an altercation with the rubbermaid container that held our wrapping paper. I ALMOST used this image for our Christmas card, but TR didn't think that was funny. I didn't think it was funny that our little guy lost the battle with the wrapping paper container, so I guess we're even.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We had THREE Christmas'. One with the Copelands, one with the Schierlohs and one at home in Austin with just the three of us. TE is not allowed to receive another toy until he's 13. Here are some of my favorite pix of all the holiday fun: </span></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4_qmiLp6BQYbrvtbsaOLs_n3nheozAPyfh8ax4caOVK0zmvUTv0B1tJI-gd99dYRCYGdqVmZX0OSNXER6tx_hWcjvVM6dGAUrmL8rz6pnolUD84B2Ab8syZ7LuauEIfOJgKD8kpUnps/s1600-h/IMG_2312.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4_qmiLp6BQYbrvtbsaOLs_n3nheozAPyfh8ax4caOVK0zmvUTv0B1tJI-gd99dYRCYGdqVmZX0OSNXER6tx_hWcjvVM6dGAUrmL8rz6pnolUD84B2Ab8syZ7LuauEIfOJgKD8kpUnps/s320/IMG_2312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337345192116417010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjDbwRS5ny_1k4VMxXf2YwwMEJkJTpKV-lLvxhxyCfuoZBK1OX60qLNxTLuKReVmWrcXUwqQue3IhMQ6RiuAdTuA96YHKIjF_fPwhfJLaCX3Mb8ZoeGuS8u25ouY9DUJMxSwcjkjrvbY/s1600-h/IMG_2309.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YL0R0OzlAsYIzNFxJwz_LaP9lAFIPRIeYyaMxrzGkOWzSuQhHkVr_l9hVPWrWxqvpHk3AWaaGyQppI8Xjb5HyJ3ku2_5C9Tu_p3DYDRldl1O8_wZAYk7I3X0N8F3EDpRi7p-3ruQgWg/s320/IMG_2365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337348370651825666" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6Z5zuld3lZ1GSSFVj58C03g5Q7xzPX7MuMnEftOZQiIt0PrHSZLPc8dXkA1Mg9AfPrN7Zad9FpYziyh2qWZZsiblgwMfV53X79Ob-dcWnpUMGAvo1YCkt0SWSSTUweoguTp9og93XbE/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><div>TE's first birthday was a bust since he started to get sick on Christmas Day, and he wasn't in the mood to par-tay on the 27th. Sadly, I imagined taking a picture of our smiling son, sitting in his high chair with a big cupcake on the tray that had one burning candle in it to mark the day. What I got was a snotty, cranky baby who was just miserable for 10 solid days. Blech!<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">In January of 2009, TE had his first haircut. I was enjoying his curly locks, but they got a little bit out of control. Here's his bushbaby look:</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jUrx_6sBIpQ7_ybAf5GPHo7hvUkgdx5SOTu4qV5o-cDd4WcgjHNlUdgmQ9xPUVoeF3Ocr-6yPJEwEATI2DlUyk-WlVma1wzSTm8Ot-6KFwUPiEJv8cq5SEALtusqL5a5QgJsnJFB_I4/s1600-h/IMG_2417.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jUrx_6sBIpQ7_ybAf5GPHo7hvUkgdx5SOTu4qV5o-cDd4WcgjHNlUdgmQ9xPUVoeF3Ocr-6yPJEwEATI2DlUyk-WlVma1wzSTm8Ot-6KFwUPiEJv8cq5SEALtusqL5a5QgJsnJFB_I4/s320/IMG_2417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337351457754228274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZBCgqit8LpxE-JSyko7ARFQ9jutXm_Vm5lg_WOoGCuklzuRvJDBn1YctN5CoJJ0BfJdQH9T245EvsoYsF6h0thvQIJ2eqqNqBYIhCgQDexTRKgNq5D1eTDiwUiiisjz3yzA2VEAGW8so/s1600-h/IMG_2430.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZBCgqit8LpxE-JSyko7ARFQ9jutXm_Vm5lg_WOoGCuklzuRvJDBn1YctN5CoJJ0BfJdQH9T245EvsoYsF6h0thvQIJ2eqqNqBYIhCgQDexTRKgNq5D1eTDiwUiiisjz3yzA2VEAGW8so/s320/IMG_2430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337351456508055298" /></a>These were taken post-nap so you would have the full effect.<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">After 20 minutes at Cool Cuts 4 Kids (conveniently located in Toys R Us) his <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">stylist</span> Colleen turned him into a little gentleman. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPIRH-phuVoiWNCXhdpFhAigwKOQiKjqhJM-YOBbm2bU7e8nhD8Dn8yC8IafVgFj_vGOU68JG3kN1RpNuRbnx_mb1-nn3trlmsVJ8Fq-natcNoAsoShqmOOQ-pWP_PQN3X-C9QT9TAIw/s1600-h/IMG_2441.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZQqyuSpfPd60evJbhY_tvUylXZHCQNaxuBH2MBvQp9j8ABn7z-DE7pbWo3UhjmzsvRW33x5h-jydMAnODm3rPuIM41Gao3JoWvhq2NaoHi91v1MbLQWCHYBik-pc6dp051Zk3E-aHXw/s320/IMG_2446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337352666154350498" /></a>In case you can't tell, she even used product on his hair. How fancy! <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mom & Dad S have the honor of being the bearers of his locks from haircut #1. You know me, keeping miscellaneous body parts around the house isn't really my thing. Honestly, I think it's a little gross. When TE's belly button nub fell off I felt obligated to keep it. Bear in mind that my hormones were still out of whack at that time, so I obviously wasn't thinking very clearly. I'm not quite sure where it is, but I shudder to think that I may come across it again some day.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Since January TE has had one other haircut at Great Clips. It was $9, and I'm still surprised that neither TE nor I had an eye poked out during the process. It wasn't because the guy was incompetent, but he certainly didn't have the benefit of a TV playing an Elmo video & cool ride for TE to sit in during the process. Instead, he had a screaming crying baby squirming around on his mother's lap. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We celebrated TE's Baptism Day in February with family, friends & Godparents. We captured most of the event on video, but the highlight was TE stuffing an entire cupcake in his mouth in record time. He's a classy guy. I'll have to say that all of TE's grandparents did an excellent job of obeying my "No More Toys Until 13" mandate.</div><div><br /></div><div>However, TE did manage to sneak away with a library & spring wardrobe:)</div></span></span></div></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vo_NJGMkpR6aKA-0YwEQYor9qPDXY2DVVx1Z0b_nL9160wPCE6u6sT9yhChxNDEvitl3llg9efxK-xho58_s6BruQVljn6s5OsKLPFOkr4N7usww0RGucDJs5UQnTtQ1eCAIu85AzXE/s1600-h/IMG_2497.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vo_NJGMkpR6aKA-0YwEQYor9qPDXY2DVVx1Z0b_nL9160wPCE6u6sT9yhChxNDEvitl3llg9efxK-xho58_s6BruQVljn6s5OsKLPFOkr4N7usww0RGucDJs5UQnTtQ1eCAIu85AzXE/s320/IMG_2497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337356383280537986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZScLRXN7-lsTR-EfLVrRHnQvSRtTx_3KOmeSfme0DwerC569TG8lmvjbpqoszeD1fQtAlJ8br_HI1SR_dyvMzyCUgttv7zQ_YZCTksAgErctDZllM8WM0P9h807ql05FqykNJh2zGzA/s1600-h/IMG_2498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZScLRXN7-lsTR-EfLVrRHnQvSRtTx_3KOmeSfme0DwerC569TG8lmvjbpqoszeD1fQtAlJ8br_HI1SR_dyvMzyCUgttv7zQ_YZCTksAgErctDZllM8WM0P9h807ql05FqykNJh2zGzA/s320/IMG_2498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337356380164581490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">I rock! I knocked out this post while simultaneously avoiding dealing with the mountain of paperwork in the office. (Insert stadium-size crowd cheering here).</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The next post will be current. Catching up is nice, but talking about TE in the present is more fun. He's walking (albeit like a drunk), he started saying "Mommy" just in time for Mother's Day, he loves going to the park and playing in our yard, and he's FULL of rambunctious energy. He's turning into a little boy and we love it!!<br /></span><div><br /></div></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-24547057648294440812009-03-04T21:52:00.004-06:002009-03-04T22:17:29.498-06:00Year End, Part 1<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I know it's been quite a while since I've posted any TE updates, and the fans have been clamoring...so here's Part 1 of our year end update (best as I can remember).</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">This picture reminds me that Nana, Addy and Tanta came to visit in November. The excuse was to see TR for his birthday, but I think this images tells a different story. </span><br /><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97FMiQ6Omcre2F52HxXjEXozKsFaHcgxbPW60-4CyX09uLvwbb344kgk0KxoWfYACWoVn3fJp56C7wsGk4G4StWuNHtAIdSS8pAnakAiVpnNiJiOCJgG3pMlD_ERq1Th7_hUsbA5aqdA/s1600-h/addyNanaTanta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97FMiQ6Omcre2F52HxXjEXozKsFaHcgxbPW60-4CyX09uLvwbb344kgk0KxoWfYACWoVn3fJp56C7wsGk4G4StWuNHtAIdSS8pAnakAiVpnNiJiOCJgG3pMlD_ERq1Th7_hUsbA5aqdA/s320/addyNanaTanta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309547787993103890" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">We made it through the Thanksgiving holiday without ANYONE getting sick. Too bad we can't say the same for Christmas (oops, a spoiler). TE loved every bite of the two thanksgiving dinners we had. We started at O'ma & O'pa's (in pix below), and ended up at Uncle Scot & Aunt Maggie's (NOT in pix below b/c they are on my computer at work. Lame, I know). Let it suffice to say TE looked pretty much the same at both dinners - hungry.<br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Here he is, all dressed and ready for someone to pass Buffy (long story, but that's what we call the bird @ the Schierloh household).</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8k-H2tjNozRouZ3gcO-y2HUt3Ht21sfmVlPnjN2zcjx5EdN2i0Xk0Vg5hpYqfxp1KYrCFnpxwl8zrtuhIrK-sJfnDjgc-nMm8pwHNa68BD6xHT54tKh3U5G19WlBfGmiqOGuWUemB-I/s1600-h/thanks_bib.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8k-H2tjNozRouZ3gcO-y2HUt3Ht21sfmVlPnjN2zcjx5EdN2i0Xk0Vg5hpYqfxp1KYrCFnpxwl8zrtuhIrK-sJfnDjgc-nMm8pwHNa68BD6xHT54tKh3U5G19WlBfGmiqOGuWUemB-I/s320/thanks_bib.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309547177231707570" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">This is TE saying a prayer of thanks. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzH6hoP4PZ4bX7g15F0mNrmNyxWV_-PfanYwT5zuTuO4ruOHPDvL7ufBkqgFeQfR3cn_aLXFytAc6cJ8EMpvGdpqriblGPRti4612xXHQfet93aKhqzGjLMWQ2dPJVveXwW1YOIy-38o/s1600-h/thanks_prayer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzH6hoP4PZ4bX7g15F0mNrmNyxWV_-PfanYwT5zuTuO4ruOHPDvL7ufBkqgFeQfR3cn_aLXFytAc6cJ8EMpvGdpqriblGPRti4612xXHQfet93aKhqzGjLMWQ2dPJVveXwW1YOIy-38o/s320/thanks_prayer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309547179419191314" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Or was it a prayer that O'ma would break out one of his Christmas presents a little early? Hmmmm.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPnGUccELvZXN8JCfh7_dta3vLITuTHaQ9_9xIw0wovhrwZHr-0fkXV2SukvD_LGPdmkHJPrfKh7CYkrbVge5dYWAq9b-ABb7g9r41PB-DKKd-blB9R-cqDOwr6SqhhMG_cP3ICn2328/s1600-h/thanks_toy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPnGUccELvZXN8JCfh7_dta3vLITuTHaQ9_9xIw0wovhrwZHr-0fkXV2SukvD_LGPdmkHJPrfKh7CYkrbVge5dYWAq9b-ABb7g9r41PB-DKKd-blB9R-cqDOwr6SqhhMG_cP3ICn2328/s320/thanks_toy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309547173736350386" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Yes, his grandparents no longer have will power when it comes to saving gifts for Christmas. O'ma's excuse for busting out this 'little' toy was something like this... "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">well, he just doesn't have anything to play with while he's here</span>". Never mind the toy box in the den, or the drawer full of surprises (AKA toys) in Uncle Michael's old room. Or all of the rooms to explore, curtains to pull, and chairs to lick.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Keep in mind, this toy now lives in our living room. So much for the 'something to play with at O'ma & O'pa's house' idea. </span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvqYh0ITQdWie775cb5THLoHbY4xOyhYa6Oc2F7L_XYFAf0PQ2IRAHuvCDd1tVz9TzlhQrzzscN8Lamq-mFcY0TiFvfNXdckzaLl8KCoMa3YCO1JrsZ_025HCKRbKlgcwes4eYxKQ_Vo/s1600-h/thanks_opa.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvqYh0ITQdWie775cb5THLoHbY4xOyhYa6Oc2F7L_XYFAf0PQ2IRAHuvCDd1tVz9TzlhQrzzscN8Lamq-mFcY0TiFvfNXdckzaLl8KCoMa3YCO1JrsZ_025HCKRbKlgcwes4eYxKQ_Vo/s320/thanks_opa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309547183837654386" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Coming soon:</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">What happens when Mommy runs a 20-minute errand & leaves Dad in charge</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Christmas x 3</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Bush patrol</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">B-day bash</span></li></ul></div></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-15402091817171578382008-11-03T21:57:00.016-06:002008-11-05T14:31:28.604-06:00Just some pictures<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">In late September we took a trip to Dallas to see Papa Doc & Mary. The highlights were that we got to see a LOT of family, TE had a stomach virus (which led to many wardrobe changes), and he slept for an entire 3 hours Saturday night. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyrkp5aXXmq3DBNljnbY8rgLAeXmpzkhFKj9h-U6GUOmtuJLs9A66ycU_dcSV1BvLDQZtdrbHOTFCfUIsgq161RW8apNM6ZIC89QFy6qGBRWnzx498Pz5mVQuafSzsNguv4I5OotYrus/s1600-h/mason.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyrkp5aXXmq3DBNljnbY8rgLAeXmpzkhFKj9h-U6GUOmtuJLs9A66ycU_dcSV1BvLDQZtdrbHOTFCfUIsgq161RW8apNM6ZIC89QFy6qGBRWnzx498Pz5mVQuafSzsNguv4I5OotYrus/s320/mason.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264648071388135202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This is our version of "Where's Waldo", except that you should be looking for Mason & Thomas. Here's a hint: TE is busy spreading his viral cooties on Mason's toys. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_Ap1XtF8x8Eyl9yPgJSIjBHtoZzS8C-fmgAVG60V5qIvgdOOySKwMWu_KbbTTPNYlb9fzD24y7R1dUDx-4UtD6icVRsSADrWkXp0tc2jitQBL6yADbfYh-oFWqkfDFXTdjBDNzt8Zdc/s1600-h/papapucker.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_Ap1XtF8x8Eyl9yPgJSIjBHtoZzS8C-fmgAVG60V5qIvgdOOySKwMWu_KbbTTPNYlb9fzD24y7R1dUDx-4UtD6icVRsSADrWkXp0tc2jitQBL6yADbfYh-oFWqkfDFXTdjBDNzt8Zdc/s320/papapucker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264647872336702898" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ahhh, Late Afternoon, Day 1 of the trip. Total nap time: Zero hours, minutes or seconds. Even with baggy eyes he's still cute though. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnvo0xwoKkU7xPevAizAETk0UJNWJ8VYPyx3tcdCNSBZWPRn_A4lwfzKHlFfSzTSZlYvbaS2JGGShMXgAI_9Yne_xiRfFKxmvjrz7v7HFLZmdgygBMhyphenhyphenf03GHLIHCAQ8GPttLKLExidA/s1600-h/papaaddy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnvo0xwoKkU7xPevAizAETk0UJNWJ8VYPyx3tcdCNSBZWPRn_A4lwfzKHlFfSzTSZlYvbaS2JGGShMXgAI_9Yne_xiRfFKxmvjrz7v7HFLZmdgygBMhyphenhyphenf03GHLIHCAQ8GPttLKLExidA/s320/papaaddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264647777802178194" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Papa Doc, Addy, TR and TE (minus cute outfit that he arrived in).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8fCucDWvzbsZbiSoeUUDAskCQGwVRcax5uiISUbVOQcK2h5MmOssziBddF7lPJdlJwgmTopn1dMZ_Ez2-64Q3n4RfzRzXm2DiVZ9Hy0cH_V3R9HaLC7wVt8FqVPUkqUtZRRzt8kDfSVc/s1600-h/papananabest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8fCucDWvzbsZbiSoeUUDAskCQGwVRcax5uiISUbVOQcK2h5MmOssziBddF7lPJdlJwgmTopn1dMZ_Ez2-64Q3n4RfzRzXm2DiVZ9Hy0cH_V3R9HaLC7wVt8FqVPUkqUtZRRzt8kDfSVc/s320/papananabest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264647685863698706" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Papa Doc, Nana, TR, TE and TE's belly. It's hard to tell, but his Nana is pretty happy to be with him. In case you're wondering why everyone is looking in different directions, it's because there are about 15 people taking pictures. It's a Copeland tradition to take at least 100 pictures/hour. </span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOHQv41BHxNTz9q6L-QTvg2qSWj9406JdiUXBpzDil8deeLpUT6NDAUY6q3OqXVVw54T4ilPboDZ5URSki3PaY1nUWOFlvF0cPg6yuiaXta9r4VmOOQyJeNvi0FuNeEwitPe4SotvVwNM/s1600-h/papatoes.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOHQv41BHxNTz9q6L-QTvg2qSWj9406JdiUXBpzDil8deeLpUT6NDAUY6q3OqXVVw54T4ilPboDZ5URSki3PaY1nUWOFlvF0cPg6yuiaXta9r4VmOOQyJeNvi0FuNeEwitPe4SotvVwNM/s320/papatoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264647600110799154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Papa diagnosed TE with Flintstone-atitis in both feet.</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVF-7zGAZYcxYStytNS9idytm4powINh21ThEqYVgbcQVjTc94EE3OtBv0Ge3dnWkCvO9yroCtcWxp4xAmjABs3JjZmlWelytJo6yvHWds-a-rVFQuIjiPH8N1kMPhhZIusFyg5ILR_A/s1600-h/papa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVF-7zGAZYcxYStytNS9idytm4powINh21ThEqYVgbcQVjTc94EE3OtBv0Ge3dnWkCvO9yroCtcWxp4xAmjABs3JjZmlWelytJo6yvHWds-a-rVFQuIjiPH8N1kMPhhZIusFyg5ILR_A/s320/papa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264647354241978994" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Uncle Scot, Papa Doc, TR, Mason, Tyson and TE. Talk about a wild bunch.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTCfcuqx6xSyAGPpWmWHJHQVv0XTJb1-eD5FkDJ_mq8RusXgZ2sKU65NNLCFfUz5Gdasa7NIBN1MuJeDBxKx8mH-9cMd_Zm7p7Mpo8U6VkpwrLQ5zKXWTRMDf037MQz7vA_R0EBkoo3Q/s1600-h/lilman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTCfcuqx6xSyAGPpWmWHJHQVv0XTJb1-eD5FkDJ_mq8RusXgZ2sKU65NNLCFfUz5Gdasa7NIBN1MuJeDBxKx8mH-9cMd_Zm7p7Mpo8U6VkpwrLQ5zKXWTRMDf037MQz7vA_R0EBkoo3Q/s320/lilman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264647208536853298" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This is just a random blurry picture in the bunch. TE's expression is great. Somebody must have said "Wubba wubba". For some reason he laughs when we say that to him. It must mean something in babyese.</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7XK7I7Az-14NSbhL543LeuGjL4pf5mBwlXS2OMY0LQIZK0VH5sPu4JSV2j_Pw0n0TlFWMZaWIz-Xdu3giaiaF-EibwuPw-PhbxIvyu0fWyvDraaJ9sl2SjhCpvo8y3fZ9HMmjfQDnE8/s1600-h/car1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7XK7I7Az-14NSbhL543LeuGjL4pf5mBwlXS2OMY0LQIZK0VH5sPu4JSV2j_Pw0n0TlFWMZaWIz-Xdu3giaiaF-EibwuPw-PhbxIvyu0fWyvDraaJ9sl2SjhCpvo8y3fZ9HMmjfQDnE8/s320/car1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264648175422095714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The long ride home from Dallas. TE is tired of the paparazzi (see Copeland Tradition above). You can see all of the bags under his eyes. Even though nobody got any sleep on Saturday night, we all slept like rocks on Sunday. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSADOo1RqGcOAEcsDSRgRkeHZwQfhwxdsS4FMtn01EmolK5IbHXw9EWCo07QMOQZVpurD18LTUlCS7JvVPzIyqdh1detFjcYzU3HKnBiYnmOTU8tAAud0CRbeMnzTECuYyMRSbgbb7tM/s1600-h/tub.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSADOo1RqGcOAEcsDSRgRkeHZwQfhwxdsS4FMtn01EmolK5IbHXw9EWCo07QMOQZVpurD18LTUlCS7JvVPzIyqdh1detFjcYzU3HKnBiYnmOTU8tAAud0CRbeMnzTECuYyMRSbgbb7tM/s320/tub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264647131912631346" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Another random bath-time picture in his new tub. It was working fine for everyone until he started standing. Now it's practically impossible to keep him in the water. Every piece of baby gear we have has a ridiculous harness system. However, the bathtub that is wet, soapy and incredibly slippery, seems to have slipped through the harness installation department. On the bright side, my arms get a great workout every bath night. Trying to hold on to a soapy wiggly creature isn't easy. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5yoAnce3cA4JD4inOe8OI68tOZ3_KowORCLUeT8JrG5vzVfBwRpIm-NP7Ga56ajjflQ3xjGhJInGrv-SF7dFoRMfBRQ0GAsCDbZ8VWVJIUeeJALa0_nUCzoVqFFjmuqN71Cgl6KYCiU/s1600-h/babyproofing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5yoAnce3cA4JD4inOe8OI68tOZ3_KowORCLUeT8JrG5vzVfBwRpIm-NP7Ga56ajjflQ3xjGhJInGrv-SF7dFoRMfBRQ0GAsCDbZ8VWVJIUeeJALa0_nUCzoVqFFjmuqN71Cgl6KYCiU/s320/babyproofing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264648243077875426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">No, we haven't started baby proofing yet.</span></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-6878810888251366242008-10-31T19:23:00.008-05:002008-11-03T07:28:12.811-06:00HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5n-4Lvn29sfxoXrcMnaJRlU8jIlljxnFqOp-ORUK1DXEloEAnWQofiAC1SxXnUtOH2JBf5N9d9t3AZwQUMqPSzfL-Ocp4pV9Z8yJSzhfZFO9JOtZFAbwsmz1PzKoTitvE6JNWam2seQQ/s1600-h/IMG_2055.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5n-4Lvn29sfxoXrcMnaJRlU8jIlljxnFqOp-ORUK1DXEloEAnWQofiAC1SxXnUtOH2JBf5N9d9t3AZwQUMqPSzfL-Ocp4pV9Z8yJSzhfZFO9JOtZFAbwsmz1PzKoTitvE6JNWam2seQQ/s320/IMG_2055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264422376810790706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9ilPoSLoIHmjgs5L9Cx4r4ChzA2wpHwnjI9502597xMEQFZrcwXPze42rWW9HklOFFXoanCThnzaw4d3i9CGuGhGInUbDFEWGLWYvFQeGVuZexImeR_BujwQlLsr6mfJMW-RkUH0PEs/s1600-h/IMG_2043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9ilPoSLoIHmjgs5L9Cx4r4ChzA2wpHwnjI9502597xMEQFZrcwXPze42rWW9HklOFFXoanCThnzaw4d3i9CGuGhGInUbDFEWGLWYvFQeGVuZexImeR_BujwQlLsr6mfJMW-RkUH0PEs/s320/IMG_2043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264422038569614786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSR16A0LHNzun7kGzKD1PgC-n3-j2lc2y4vQYpeygXn4aqwADedSkjH1-OJd_pxmUsRkMv1HT2W3tsWQoOTD2HoP-0n7-JZaHBM66-bhki4asgyNsWMjCSTgpdqzJYc5VdMh_vZd9LkUE/s1600-h/IMG_2056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSR16A0LHNzun7kGzKD1PgC-n3-j2lc2y4vQYpeygXn4aqwADedSkjH1-OJd_pxmUsRkMv1HT2W3tsWQoOTD2HoP-0n7-JZaHBM66-bhki4asgyNsWMjCSTgpdqzJYc5VdMh_vZd9LkUE/s320/IMG_2056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263479377177379074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehfwAnp449PITgXbKyzXWCq42byKA6Ob2av3iMx6p5YCP4md8JPhk5Z6PqhRRpsxjFAUjqYfZjF8ebYib40v_dgx5Ec6Uz_5jgqC8bIBK5MNi-Gfgxe6Bw4ulF6TeglNpTdCdywQxJjM/s1600-h/IMG_2049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehfwAnp449PITgXbKyzXWCq42byKA6Ob2av3iMx6p5YCP4md8JPhk5Z6PqhRRpsxjFAUjqYfZjF8ebYib40v_dgx5Ec6Uz_5jgqC8bIBK5MNi-Gfgxe6Bw4ulF6TeglNpTdCdywQxJjM/s320/IMG_2049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263478753795921202" /></a>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-1863986476641176182008-09-13T14:35:00.007-05:002008-09-13T14:54:34.909-05:00Life of Riley<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well, it is most of the time, unless TE is being beaten up by a GIRL.</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ViVXZZ6HCLE-Tdw0rjXmtdtS6N95fZfpjdsSy6KSgJigleqPxkoGpgykCn0tZ1X5ZtP6-Jn-w7Tu-MMEl49im9ahNqUW0X3QHzxE_eh9Cv7LocSIHx1oDfFUKtzAJiQ9K9OBLuKaAAU/s1600-h/image11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ViVXZZ6HCLE-Tdw0rjXmtdtS6N95fZfpjdsSy6KSgJigleqPxkoGpgykCn0tZ1X5ZtP6-Jn-w7Tu-MMEl49im9ahNqUW0X3QHzxE_eh9Cv7LocSIHx1oDfFUKtzAJiQ9K9OBLuKaAAU/s320/image11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592927910159890" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Look mom, no black eyes. We were just playing.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNv1ImRDYnHgSuZc3O0syobLEcza9a05Wfs-UWY_APummW595EFOEfiaoL7-8aHtYOfdvKBFxf5kU3Y1RRJfujTMzCHuhpPPFyWNdpjz3lhSXRHvz9nrvLqxj6LtJrLqMY1KhW6KwOKU/s1600-h/image12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNv1ImRDYnHgSuZc3O0syobLEcza9a05Wfs-UWY_APummW595EFOEfiaoL7-8aHtYOfdvKBFxf5kU3Y1RRJfujTMzCHuhpPPFyWNdpjz3lhSXRHvz9nrvLqxj6LtJrLqMY1KhW6KwOKU/s320/image12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592930562003506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5ICQCHVt1SQCaoS4wkYAPtGUCh7JgypFV5smf_CpHdZrV4JXD7lkybavdGe6cCNMFH99d1ZmncKQFRNywgzgwHO3x2MaHklGzSuduufnqtZl7SzP1cXH4-x1Fxu-SgiG5dANc82fMD8/s1600-h/image6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5ICQCHVt1SQCaoS4wkYAPtGUCh7JgypFV5smf_CpHdZrV4JXD7lkybavdGe6cCNMFH99d1ZmncKQFRNywgzgwHO3x2MaHklGzSuduufnqtZl7SzP1cXH4-x1Fxu-SgiG5dANc82fMD8/s320/image6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592803366031794" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's just another day at the Kiddie Corral. I would get one of these for our house, but if TE doesn't scoot around all day on the floors, how else are they going to get clean? He's our little Roomba.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX8SIv6xqdEqjrwtyE2qaoIboJ84dtJifANduVxUXM5Quxm31jxI1Nwrwh4c_aPsR5m-GeOCWCkGpQfwoAmH5lv5hLus1YTC1BQtM5y7VQAEozM_TcBUlLe7DdB2FUzU_leMOxOPd59bw/s1600-h/image7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX8SIv6xqdEqjrwtyE2qaoIboJ84dtJifANduVxUXM5Quxm31jxI1Nwrwh4c_aPsR5m-GeOCWCkGpQfwoAmH5lv5hLus1YTC1BQtM5y7VQAEozM_TcBUlLe7DdB2FUzU_leMOxOPd59bw/s320/image7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592805468018962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVOtuCaygQPpIhCQ4iWXCEEckiTw8WU5Zm9ufrF_tKQkRGM1-Z_mdeYmzK8ho8QnVQV-riYNANAip_Y_KYS6VyA_r07GREWpQBBga1UROitT7I8ledfJQOhZHqZ5zad_X5QsQL1lBZ5ow/s1600-h/image8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVOtuCaygQPpIhCQ4iWXCEEckiTw8WU5Zm9ufrF_tKQkRGM1-Z_mdeYmzK8ho8QnVQV-riYNANAip_Y_KYS6VyA_r07GREWpQBBga1UROitT7I8ledfJQOhZHqZ5zad_X5QsQL1lBZ5ow/s320/image8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592806332650578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EBXFJiWSoraM2UH3r_zf1AHFdmUAj68Ir9wqyBpRpbxfYcFjSnwDFEccGoGzUmBbUvutf_QkRtRQK8gLcqF2GkTirzyL2-Xnr_wTd-HGuRmKHy44SgbNa1lVyEnb0FpRWOlcNqn9MX0/s1600-h/image9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EBXFJiWSoraM2UH3r_zf1AHFdmUAj68Ir9wqyBpRpbxfYcFjSnwDFEccGoGzUmBbUvutf_QkRtRQK8gLcqF2GkTirzyL2-Xnr_wTd-HGuRmKHy44SgbNa1lVyEnb0FpRWOlcNqn9MX0/s320/image9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592816583350882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UT9mJizvrmXQyWRLTwW0bhVTVRI3zAC_560fF9byAjJJbdIEWsuC8-59tL2Aixg70oqZVkQ12Ssfurxm24G3dAkqM5wnmauZzBTsbImSrCbfitKtblzF-dB3FdQDHt5ISbEyp-Pc_P4/s1600-h/image10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UT9mJizvrmXQyWRLTwW0bhVTVRI3zAC_560fF9byAjJJbdIEWsuC8-59tL2Aixg70oqZVkQ12Ssfurxm24G3dAkqM5wnmauZzBTsbImSrCbfitKtblzF-dB3FdQDHt5ISbEyp-Pc_P4/s320/image10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592820796424610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So many toys, so little time. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzP9aws-Q6lUp34smi-r0OuMxTgRECKVR7fbEVJijkgIKtM5SaeDUAbl6JLJl0O1JBhGi0kzmmovOU4PW4fHLAV7tAP0JC-uQYaWr6H_xBg7yaBFc4h0SNXhP1ioRR5GL92W2ZvRRI9o/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzP9aws-Q6lUp34smi-r0OuMxTgRECKVR7fbEVJijkgIKtM5SaeDUAbl6JLJl0O1JBhGi0kzmmovOU4PW4fHLAV7tAP0JC-uQYaWr6H_xBg7yaBFc4h0SNXhP1ioRR5GL92W2ZvRRI9o/s320/image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592508925187410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpmYcKqCvY9JzCsG-SuAcgqWRY4ZJNzTa5bNtP1jOY8AqvJsm6ED0bNJTarQMMtFHBNeZnM4plrrvkanmIfihLNBtD7n3YVNorQgL6Aeie7izgKfyfjBvVZwTx__Y9CXcmeTMxzNu8sY/s1600-h/image2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpmYcKqCvY9JzCsG-SuAcgqWRY4ZJNzTa5bNtP1jOY8AqvJsm6ED0bNJTarQMMtFHBNeZnM4plrrvkanmIfihLNBtD7n3YVNorQgL6Aeie7izgKfyfjBvVZwTx__Y9CXcmeTMxzNu8sY/s320/image2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592513332567154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EPutpc9vuGzat3nF_xlKY3a-O4C1VIA8tewNiVViMlmorzVWGorMNws2JXp4PEDIUFv16pRVCQYlzp6Pcpd6PbRnuIbi3LFev_aC5vzhWBwyh1nN3spbnWWCEs8wRy7EwzOUsqgNf8M/s1600-h/image3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EPutpc9vuGzat3nF_xlKY3a-O4C1VIA8tewNiVViMlmorzVWGorMNws2JXp4PEDIUFv16pRVCQYlzp6Pcpd6PbRnuIbi3LFev_aC5vzhWBwyh1nN3spbnWWCEs8wRy7EwzOUsqgNf8M/s320/image3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592517670791570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORhePQDR0euirNYyyN7WWZ2YjSyZRw-m6t_hLpUqgbonsKMGm0vAAST-rDyRl-Ja-ToOcVepX1ThbmxordfawTkwSfloo7w0S6zZlm45E_2z5ATW7Uh2Ks5skSZLbT2RsHPvcf2tJgtU/s1600-h/image4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORhePQDR0euirNYyyN7WWZ2YjSyZRw-m6t_hLpUqgbonsKMGm0vAAST-rDyRl-Ja-ToOcVepX1ThbmxordfawTkwSfloo7w0S6zZlm45E_2z5ATW7Uh2Ks5skSZLbT2RsHPvcf2tJgtU/s320/image4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592520238623266" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">TE is smiling because he has successfully licked every thing in this picture. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2edp0XLUTsePikBkYXBN3CeEkCcpOoWMidaSjWiN5XEs6odFfCYxaZ_eZEQSynjm46RDXyxrOQ4dTUvGS9FSQut_m6EO3XUpOK8LpB4zW3u-SpmNQNVgYqYMA9i-6QdHxe-TbfzoSrG8/s1600-h/image5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2edp0XLUTsePikBkYXBN3CeEkCcpOoWMidaSjWiN5XEs6odFfCYxaZ_eZEQSynjm46RDXyxrOQ4dTUvGS9FSQut_m6EO3XUpOK8LpB4zW3u-SpmNQNVgYqYMA9i-6QdHxe-TbfzoSrG8/s320/image5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245592521387253986" /></a><br /></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The other morning when I was getting ready for work, TE was in our room on the floor by the bathroom door. When I looked over (he was being suspiciously quiet), he was laying on his stomach, mouth wide open, tongue out, licking the bathroom door. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yet another proud moment at the Copeland house.</span></div><div><br /></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-42011845050026923572008-08-13T19:00:00.015-05:002008-08-20T13:24:53.960-05:00Thomas' BFF<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">You've all heard me talk about her, and I finally have evidence that TE really does have a girrrrrllllfriend. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Her name is Caitlyn, and she's Candice's youngest daughter. TR and I refer to her as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Older Woma</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">n</span> because she was born 19 days before TE.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Caitlyn wears cute outfits and has <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">lots</span> of teeth. She also sits up like a pro and I bet there's some crawling going on there, too.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Thomas, on the other hand, has been subjected to bulk-buy onesies, is constantly drooling and doesn't have any teeth. I figure that's because he's working really hard on developing a full head of hair. Oh, and his primary mode of transportation is rolling. As far as crawling goes, he obviously thinks that's for girls.</span></div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvJQ1BX6O-Ci8TrrwjiPD2O3FI_ki0x7GyuPNDnunW1Wg2grC3sRouP2GroXmBM9TURpsBAdUjv-2od-cpY5qXlMBMRauTr4-OFuLdwJFtS6BSN3fMO9P9MAepLwJ2Ux4VYpx0FBoY7w/s1600-h/ebay+112.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvJQ1BX6O-Ci8TrrwjiPD2O3FI_ki0x7GyuPNDnunW1Wg2grC3sRouP2GroXmBM9TURpsBAdUjv-2od-cpY5qXlMBMRauTr4-OFuLdwJFtS6BSN3fMO9P9MAepLwJ2Ux4VYpx0FBoY7w/s320/ebay+112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234157805150610482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here's the lovely couple having some quality tummy time. Notice Caitlyn's cute ensemble, and how she puts on a cute face for her portrait. Thomas is...well...I'm not quite sure. We have a lot of pictures of him looking this way - straight into the camera with his poker face. hmmmm....</span><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-g-OlNgr1J96AcmssZ_zD2L7KoqcYjbcMY8_SV6wOGcKjAnxPITrZISEhrBfq6_t_VN1ZpDmHxIIjar7tGEs3xRq-Z9XTYV432oDhpT7HAgtL9boM05yBcGmBAwcc4IX63HV7UEvtdwE/s1600-h/ebay+111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-g-OlNgr1J96AcmssZ_zD2L7KoqcYjbcMY8_SV6wOGcKjAnxPITrZISEhrBfq6_t_VN1ZpDmHxIIjar7tGEs3xRq-Z9XTYV432oDhpT7HAgtL9boM05yBcGmBAwcc4IX63HV7UEvtdwE/s320/ebay+111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234158981147393154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Caitlyn is admiring TEs luxurious head of hair. Either that or she's discovered some formula crust in one of TEs neck rolls. TE doesn't mind...or even notice. He is very focused on having his picture taken, as you can tell by that poker face. Really, why does he do that?</span><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mFngOJ8pAWY4pMo1gD3xWq4Q352JrUP2iQTlkFnRId7gMrr9ybaeYd9Su6FuqmiD1QtkMx2KBBM2TafTSx_Enqg1_iH7TeCdhuxx2NQ_ZWN_998MgUBt384HX0O9-f4Z3s6slzolqyE/s1600-h/ebay+113.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mFngOJ8pAWY4pMo1gD3xWq4Q352JrUP2iQTlkFnRId7gMrr9ybaeYd9Su6FuqmiD1QtkMx2KBBM2TafTSx_Enqg1_iH7TeCdhuxx2NQ_ZWN_998MgUBt384HX0O9-f4Z3s6slzolqyE/s320/ebay+113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234158987143649714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Too bad there aren't any teeth for Caitlyn to see. But, she manages to keep a polite smile as not to offend. Yes, a polite, TOOTHY smile! TE is probably sizing up her hand and wondering if he can fit her entire fist in his maw. His won't fit, and it's not for lack of trying, but this little girl hand may be the perfect size. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2-Ke3lYXb0xLsQSLN4VD4xfKlhlEP0RO6aNo5kq6ZxF0qBzyCtyMOEKTO6BV64LfLCbwKIdgX_zKPj_YxCM197OVj0RgvUyV6z6ZY0USEoct8AWS7_TtWkBks99j5k4lxfvV60Y1Q98/s1600-h/ebay+114.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2-Ke3lYXb0xLsQSLN4VD4xfKlhlEP0RO6aNo5kq6ZxF0qBzyCtyMOEKTO6BV64LfLCbwKIdgX_zKPj_YxCM197OVj0RgvUyV6z6ZY0USEoct8AWS7_TtWkBks99j5k4lxfvV60Y1Q98/s320/ebay+114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234158985231404274" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here's Caitlyn trying to teach TE the Hokey Pokey. Too bad that he doesn't understand that 'right arm' isn't 'left leg'. Then again who cares - TE thinks it's fun - especially the whole <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">roll yourself around</span> part. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMae8L7awP3WD75Jv-9FfvHntMn1VCadrQoani_3cdHFoAFdMkjM8pUUGABVadkHQO5njseHVyNn9BuAb73JHjBYEEu5xC-IBvhwqyLVBBGQiiroiQ_-7uUecyUYe1cbdmbVvGCgMqGs/s1600-h/ebay+115.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMae8L7awP3WD75Jv-9FfvHntMn1VCadrQoani_3cdHFoAFdMkjM8pUUGABVadkHQO5njseHVyNn9BuAb73JHjBYEEu5xC-IBvhwqyLVBBGQiiroiQ_-7uUecyUYe1cbdmbVvGCgMqGs/s320/ebay+115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234158983425904514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Candice picked a perfect day to take pictures. First off, Caitlyn is in pink and TE is in blue. And TE isn't wearing a onesie. He's actually in a little boy outfit, which, incidentally, happens to be a one piece deal. Yes, I like them. They are easy. The are comfortable for TE. They can be purchased in bulk, usually on sale, at Kohl's. When he starts to outgrow them I buy another batch of five. No, they do NOT have Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday written on the rear end. But if they did, I'd still make the purchase.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1OTVmHFme149YvezOmCvIG6l3RIS3DDABWJXReqdF2kHol3uZ0JR7OPan9M6f0pffp1iC_2iH084cWj_bHYrxbQyq-5qG-TmVEGobp64xHZ4A8kb09cNHxlaxfrvTLB6NMf5Hjwhw8U/s1600-h/six_flags2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1OTVmHFme149YvezOmCvIG6l3RIS3DDABWJXReqdF2kHol3uZ0JR7OPan9M6f0pffp1iC_2iH084cWj_bHYrxbQyq-5qG-TmVEGobp64xHZ4A8kb09cNHxlaxfrvTLB6NMf5Hjwhw8U/s320/six_flags2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234158987942396370" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here's another picture of TE kickin' it old school at Candice's. When I saw this picture I finally understood why TE was completely unimpressed with the bouncer we have at home. The chair he's sitting in (in the picture) rotates around that center pod of doo-dads & noisemakers. The chair also spins so he can face in or out. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Our bouncer goes up. And then down. And I think that's only because Newton says there's a law about things that go up have to come down. It has some toys stuck to it, too. Most of them are placed at a level that is designed to poke out eyes when he gets the bounce going.</span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQlrFHvsOr_QGD4_374_IKAzI18yyi92EVeXsQtj1RvpWOfwT_RX7dtWljU3TPmMiZPytTiHaDW-b6XC_kns-jrF8Fq-ZcYqvx4iv2GIO6C0JxZCGtOI891eiVk2awyy5Oco9jF6NGRU/s1600-h/IMG_8643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQlrFHvsOr_QGD4_374_IKAzI18yyi92EVeXsQtj1RvpWOfwT_RX7dtWljU3TPmMiZPytTiHaDW-b6XC_kns-jrF8Fq-ZcYqvx4iv2GIO6C0JxZCGtOI891eiVk2awyy5Oco9jF6NGRU/s320/IMG_8643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234162847167370562" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here's another angle where you can see TE in action. Notice all of the other fun stuff in the background awaiting his drool.</span><div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">TE loves Six Flags...I mean Candice's house. First of all, Caitlyn is there, and of course there are a ton of toys to play with, AND, Candice runs a tight ship. Translation: she has TE on a SCHEDULE. (you should hear angels singing here) This has made life for TR and I a lot easier, to say the least, and TE thrives on consistency. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, finding Candice spared TE from baby jail (day care center). The more I reflect on how this all came to be, the more I believe that we have yet another blessing to count. I had looked at several baby jails before calling Candice. I had just assumed that she would not have room for TE. Four jails into the process, I called her because I realized that it was at least worth a phone call to confirm my suspicions. Fortunately, suspicions are nothing but that, and timing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> is</span> everything. One of her charges was moving, and she had an opening. She was also taking off some time in December after having Caitlyn, and was planning on being back around late January/early February....the exact time that I would need to return to work. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I think the pictures above tell the rest of the story...and maybe show a little of what lies ahead for TE.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And Candice, just in case you're reading this, I believe etiquette dictates that the bride's family pays for the wedding. And I always did picture my sweet pea having a big wedding followed by a fancy reception complete with ice sculptures.....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">:)</span></div></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-46265053566969895362008-07-16T21:09:00.014-05:002008-07-19T11:52:12.128-05:00Father's Day, Surprise Visitors, Motel Hell<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">For Father's Day we packed up the family truckster and headed to Fort Worth. Unknown to Dad, Kim & Tony flew in on Friday from New York as a surprise. TE saw this as a golden opportunity to add new members to his fan club. TR & I saw this as an opportunity to give other, sweet, loving people the 'opportunity' to hold the baby. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfquoP4QUZuBJDT3yTYqsrEFxgmBazLtEcWaykXHFylKuOuFZDy9P8aMtKvlA-1t64BySVFkJmp-Vp27v6SvOoL8Cy-Vq_PJyNpO8g9F1h_iopjJ0uvb5NKPXCT1rrInGDDOLdFX2rahQ/s1600-h/UncleMAuntK.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfquoP4QUZuBJDT3yTYqsrEFxgmBazLtEcWaykXHFylKuOuFZDy9P8aMtKvlA-1t64BySVFkJmp-Vp27v6SvOoL8Cy-Vq_PJyNpO8g9F1h_iopjJ0uvb5NKPXCT1rrInGDDOLdFX2rahQ/s320/UncleMAuntK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805640171214978" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Aunt Kim & Uncle Michael are racing to see who can complete their Sudoku puzzles first. I'm not quite sure who won or even if anyone won. We did a lot of eating, so there wasn't much time for Sudoku folly.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAW9uNG1EzCsliPH7Dk3vcKhawT7UFmzjJ7iV21k7udbLIwV-u46YHjLl54PBnf4j8v7FvT7WCmyqtAYQ4yA9drJhzOj_0AYgAzXkvxDs8y3UMInoqJU8Cp__1chZRSxaraAJllhtHmyM/s1600-h/Oma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAW9uNG1EzCsliPH7Dk3vcKhawT7UFmzjJ7iV21k7udbLIwV-u46YHjLl54PBnf4j8v7FvT7WCmyqtAYQ4yA9drJhzOj_0AYgAzXkvxDs8y3UMInoqJU8Cp__1chZRSxaraAJllhtHmyM/s320/Oma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805637644223714" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here's O'ma in her usual mode - cooking.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyt1FyqpnI9nINLm4-soKheMlqoyO45U71Pntuzx_zFezS4a98dxs-NEVfFNXojh09g5UUl789MXhfW4pRWh1aBVzi2btpLDBtDJsy8slfEPe7amAOvUiS7KO3m6en59VSewaWfqh4Ck/s1600-h/UncleTAuntK.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyt1FyqpnI9nINLm4-soKheMlqoyO45U71Pntuzx_zFezS4a98dxs-NEVfFNXojh09g5UUl789MXhfW4pRWh1aBVzi2btpLDBtDJsy8slfEPe7amAOvUiS7KO3m6en59VSewaWfqh4Ck/s320/UncleTAuntK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805206213613714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Uncle Tony & Aunt Kim - one of the many pictures of us sitting at a table full of food. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1RB30Pn_DNAF4vL3ggIfzuWA2jYEhYXzF5EsRxjQnFzpZ_djbI_yma9dzb0LtCBUOKWAUbxakBUJlK-xUzCD2AZ9W53Kq8wvbBw5eSU7fCXvLh6AfW52T7DXpXv_dJgj86S344H9hmtM/s1600-h/OpaUnclet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1RB30Pn_DNAF4vL3ggIfzuWA2jYEhYXzF5EsRxjQnFzpZ_djbI_yma9dzb0LtCBUOKWAUbxakBUJlK-xUzCD2AZ9W53Kq8wvbBw5eSU7fCXvLh6AfW52T7DXpXv_dJgj86S344H9hmtM/s320/OpaUnclet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805206544271474" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Uncle Tony & O'pa even found a little time to cuddle after breakfast. </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4y0j_6z5-DGndWszCL6FyieKfZ2Vh-_LN_N5M-0mYthQBNlnW2bapaVS_wSKkQqzNmx0Y3DF9hJOBddlYbD9VAVtegroTEABkjhzi3zZ0GtZ__7vIXBq7ow4UAr38MGJ2L-l4E7CwvFI/s1600-h/cake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4y0j_6z5-DGndWszCL6FyieKfZ2Vh-_LN_N5M-0mYthQBNlnW2bapaVS_wSKkQqzNmx0Y3DF9hJOBddlYbD9VAVtegroTEABkjhzi3zZ0GtZ__7vIXBq7ow4UAr38MGJ2L-l4E7CwvFI/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805215078808098" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Let them eat cake...or icing...you make the call. All I have to say is that when pieces of cake were handed out, any piece that had an icing rose on it managed to make a full circle & ended up sitting by the cake. Fortunately, the cake part was delicious, and I sure didn't mind scraping off those 4lb. roses to get to it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij9Dg_as0L-xc6UnNVLHqJ3D2AE0F8EOzJKYMcvvvzDUoVNc-T9IJp0M3aV1-AviLjCIkPndXx4oawQP8SATBFf17NMORUxVN0UZs4jfC1x5WbEbt0Tw-mR3RahDTH1tpRS3F-YycVPFE/s1600-h/mikeomadad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij9Dg_as0L-xc6UnNVLHqJ3D2AE0F8EOzJKYMcvvvzDUoVNc-T9IJp0M3aV1-AviLjCIkPndXx4oawQP8SATBFf17NMORUxVN0UZs4jfC1x5WbEbt0Tw-mR3RahDTH1tpRS3F-YycVPFE/s320/mikeomadad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805214827799906" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I would like to say that this picture must have been taken at breakfast, seeing at Great O'ma is in her PJ's, but it could just as well been lunch or dinner. Ferguson's are strong believers in staying in your jimjams as long as possible. Who knows when you might be suddenly overtaken by a rogue nap? </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpukQAcatJCoNEhCfhJL5mfeZyulIbjMirTDbjBPxTP7Wyb61TRuvf5qGVG_b7RwWk7Xp7GXgafAO8tTocZUacmZ2cTrWY07qt_tUtmrX-H_4QPKWlBP5fBrL_zrMm_l4M6FAOIlhCWrc/s1600-h/TRUncleT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpukQAcatJCoNEhCfhJL5mfeZyulIbjMirTDbjBPxTP7Wyb61TRuvf5qGVG_b7RwWk7Xp7GXgafAO8tTocZUacmZ2cTrWY07qt_tUtmrX-H_4QPKWlBP5fBrL_zrMm_l4M6FAOIlhCWrc/s320/TRUncleT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223804792175969042" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I'm really impressed that both Thomas and Tony are feigning the EXACT same look of interest. I get this same look from TR when I talk about work.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67h-8UGHW2t36TKmw8UsBpaS1PVi-syXvBLQ3oZT5I0qHkESKzBpx2Qq5BTBVZd3np3bfYRbH4T8tEnLyLYFhAN87wbzQFmFRNBWFxci_dmvmwZHwGzt7e5w8yxHxBxXEgssNCHQGE10/s1600-h/Opa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67h-8UGHW2t36TKmw8UsBpaS1PVi-syXvBLQ3oZT5I0qHkESKzBpx2Qq5BTBVZd3np3bfYRbH4T8tEnLyLYFhAN87wbzQFmFRNBWFxci_dmvmwZHwGzt7e5w8yxHxBxXEgssNCHQGE10/s320/Opa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223804796717874306" /></a><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Is there anything more special about Father's Day than getting to grill everyone's dinner...with several Chefs blabbing to you about how to properly cook their steaks? </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0x4zR1R3nU8ucw1_4Gvhj93Z_uXPx03IcFC_Yb4ZMXmP0BV9YR7CvqUeKtYIMsWcMZ1jEH507txyF79yvzMO_Uow6ZyP-IeiJop9t3ygUrCZ6hk9Ehz6C2THxN3z3l1ow-XRk8u_AV0/s1600-h/UncleTAuntKTE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0x4zR1R3nU8ucw1_4Gvhj93Z_uXPx03IcFC_Yb4ZMXmP0BV9YR7CvqUeKtYIMsWcMZ1jEH507txyF79yvzMO_Uow6ZyP-IeiJop9t3ygUrCZ6hk9Ehz6C2THxN3z3l1ow-XRk8u_AV0/s320/UncleTAuntKTE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223804783623071362" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This picture was taken just before we left. TE is just heartbroken that he's leaving everyone. He always has a lot of fun with the family. Then again, he could be crying because he just remembered where he spent the night. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Some call it Motel 6, I call it Motel Hell. TR thought that since the Schierloh B&B was going to be pretty full (O'ma, O'pa, Great O'ma, Uncle Tony & Aunt Kim) that we should stay at a motel. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Now, this is where the commitment part of marriage comes into play. Because I wasn't feeling much love when we drove to our doom.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I don't even know where to begin with this one. It's hard to decide which part of our stay was the worst. Was it the large, uninterested desk attendant who did me the favor of checking us in? Was it the part where I was given a TV remote control along with the credit-card style room key, and told to turn in both when we checked out? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHB9GsDV1ymMCgqJoe2j4TZfdZtDzeN57x1h0ykkZCE40iLj6sCLc3pztkw8yQmS-DtKQ8KHbtXSMPsz-PSY6feZ97q5dySliAor0qSijReP2i44XxIgo8JNlGSPk_GTZOnXP0jpl2uQ/s1600-h/MH_vending.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHB9GsDV1ymMCgqJoe2j4TZfdZtDzeN57x1h0ykkZCE40iLj6sCLc3pztkw8yQmS-DtKQ8KHbtXSMPsz-PSY6feZ97q5dySliAor0qSijReP2i44XxIgo8JNlGSPk_GTZOnXP0jpl2uQ/s320/MH_vending.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223804314933236050" /></a><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Was it the vending machine full of toiletries, lighters, cards and yes, generic condoms (bottom left, in discreet box) for $1.05?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokdr9vvsWj_qPccqDN0ceasP0jBFf59ZUhuOdaiYu5IJiHE5LPnlZQ0uYN8tPAA8Aq8hMCYj3O2N2O4gDJ6-pGBLyCjxK90Zx-SvnAYIJB2b-Bw_c24d7szaxkMreyy3Th0WWpuF2Q4o/s1600-h/MH_roomsigns.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokdr9vvsWj_qPccqDN0ceasP0jBFf59ZUhuOdaiYu5IJiHE5LPnlZQ0uYN8tPAA8Aq8hMCYj3O2N2O4gDJ6-pGBLyCjxK90Zx-SvnAYIJB2b-Bw_c24d7szaxkMreyy3Th0WWpuF2Q4o/s320/MH_roomsigns.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805643395352402" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Was it that our room was #242? (Unfortunately, we found it in spite of the bad signage).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnDpe1tpr2WoWyQS8jXnKFVtr3KIK11fsehEBpvRtH9OekX3pjYDhhI4QKyKBavC1s2vIxbwMZ9XRiCofK2ND4CczdXAO4TsnG_S2bA4NGyRz_M_u5BBpYfARTU5edbTspvZjqdTg74g/s1600-h/MH_baseboard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnDpe1tpr2WoWyQS8jXnKFVtr3KIK11fsehEBpvRtH9OekX3pjYDhhI4QKyKBavC1s2vIxbwMZ9XRiCofK2ND4CczdXAO4TsnG_S2bA4NGyRz_M_u5BBpYfARTU5edbTspvZjqdTg74g/s320/MH_baseboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805644561116610" /></a></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Was it the fancy carpet - that also doubled as a baseboard?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnDpe1tpr2WoWyQS8jXnKFVtr3KIK11fsehEBpvRtH9OekX3pjYDhhI4QKyKBavC1s2vIxbwMZ9XRiCofK2ND4CczdXAO4TsnG_S2bA4NGyRz_M_u5BBpYfARTU5edbTspvZjqdTg74g/s1600-h/MH_baseboard.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJSpTVh9JGGLJBdnzFCi5YubxO_hVaCcFoRFwpaPh9jqkm0r3GiBDmJ3Fv7agqnBbKoKZIxc4YtmyqrRfSpVNYkxi7AP6aXmavXLQMmORN11_c5eK3-NGYVRus_4vvWq3m3QpJJeMtas/s1600-h/MH_TEHall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJSpTVh9JGGLJBdnzFCi5YubxO_hVaCcFoRFwpaPh9jqkm0r3GiBDmJ3Fv7agqnBbKoKZIxc4YtmyqrRfSpVNYkxi7AP6aXmavXLQMmORN11_c5eK3-NGYVRus_4vvWq3m3QpJJeMtas/s320/MH_TEHall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224764035842896370" /></a>Was it when my son tried to run away for the first time?<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu43hER4IFnr3_LPJFGVagvPFWZOGucc8Xoqa_OnV7cxdygpN-b5EiP8JhP-JCwWAXDo4YsN2SoZBkoQ31dkpyEIECh2x2e1vQeyYLWXRzxDYcsrDp-JRx__73KzHvPZtDthQcHKlgMwg/s1600-h/MH_morning.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu43hER4IFnr3_LPJFGVagvPFWZOGucc8Xoqa_OnV7cxdygpN-b5EiP8JhP-JCwWAXDo4YsN2SoZBkoQ31dkpyEIECh2x2e1vQeyYLWXRzxDYcsrDp-JRx__73KzHvPZtDthQcHKlgMwg/s320/MH_morning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223804315835713474" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">By the next morning I was tired. I was hungry. I was sick of being kicked all night long by TE. (He had to sleep in the bed with us since the room was almost as warm as a meat locker, and I stupidly forgot to bring his snow pants - which we so often need in Texas, in JUNE). But most importantly, I was ready to turn in my remote control and leave some tread in the parking lot. </span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Ugh. Never, EVER again!! Ugh. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyatJOVgtlTXN7Rybq8wfW_dk-sdmn_5v135Q3b7xrxFWFIWV37fwyiPIi3vv5lhPg8taiNce23tt6vxqxnXm0q4xpCCC1SciEDmKXpXJrenbyyK5MakCWlKqedOcXLeWnkUzq_BaR484/s1600-h/MH_TEHall.jpg"></a>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-32144474413959676602008-06-26T21:30:00.005-05:002008-06-26T21:41:47.164-05:00What's for dinner?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This is by far the most asked, and most unanswered, question in the Copeland household. The last time I checked Betty Crocker hadn't moved in, so dinner is a DIY thing as far as I'm concerned. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sadly, TE is learning at an early age that it's usually best to fend for oneself. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkJyGXlsIvy74G64-gYlyYYQ9S70IvBD89LIjVB9U_7YtrVm-7GrPPZmebFzvbhyphenhyphenQzpL0uz663oDFgeE74249Cp51RGRTPnDXfh7Zr64vJg34ilLFy6r_sVqOQ_QIe3-0jP2nR0UiOS0/s1600-h/pantry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkJyGXlsIvy74G64-gYlyYYQ9S70IvBD89LIjVB9U_7YtrVm-7GrPPZmebFzvbhyphenhyphenQzpL0uz663oDFgeE74249Cp51RGRTPnDXfh7Zr64vJg34ilLFy6r_sVqOQ_QIe3-0jP2nR0UiOS0/s320/pantry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216383326096987042" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">If not, he may get stuck eating some gross puree from a jar.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv75BrLyRTuqKiEUr6eJTwvY27aS7sm4tLDqBmDF8S62IQMMmHXmfwBFIiHmmdohu2k7Ki_JUmoAPKUGAPCW5vAe_4dsk5JITY8Z3gm96N9ARB954As_R2G4XQq227cyIw_dZnnBp70To/s1600-h/carrots.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv75BrLyRTuqKiEUr6eJTwvY27aS7sm4tLDqBmDF8S62IQMMmHXmfwBFIiHmmdohu2k7Ki_JUmoAPKUGAPCW5vAe_4dsk5JITY8Z3gm96N9ARB954As_R2G4XQq227cyIw_dZnnBp70To/s320/carrots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216383327157036530" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Oops, too late. Mmmm, a bowl of orange - it could be carrots, it could be sweet potatoes, who knows. But it's mixed with cereal and it's pretty caustic.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXxSLa0KGjOMYWO4axMie8oNpyNk_MaGCX33ZJP06DAsnHu-LFmqBgsxcLy6fWThU-fhCU4OyWwCGl4VDfuP7cYZlTBISCZ8UVxtNACrZFMnVhzTXZRj0DvwSgkekYyfSYa111kCyoDY/s1600-h/carrots2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXxSLa0KGjOMYWO4axMie8oNpyNk_MaGCX33ZJP06DAsnHu-LFmqBgsxcLy6fWThU-fhCU4OyWwCGl4VDfuP7cYZlTBISCZ8UVxtNACrZFMnVhzTXZRj0DvwSgkekYyfSYa111kCyoDY/s320/carrots2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216383331934239826" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">If you think that's a sour face, you have seen his reaction to green...I mean peas.</span><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-55428579580503440732008-06-26T21:11:00.002-05:002008-06-26T21:28:15.814-05:00Lazy Days of Early Summer<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Earlier this summer, before the sweltering heat moved in on us, we thought TE would enjoy playing in the yard. He is, after all, a big boy now. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Of course, we recorded his adventures since this was his first time to romp around in the yard.</span></div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstybCtlMstoKzv5RzrBCxHrQ3kFxpaH2ZBpfA7CJLHRzwQ-o2G5Y5ZC4vYgY5Q09mFOjgqXHJftBxRPCQh9S2skNOqmZ89hhxg4zCmUHQgza0dJfVX2iZvuVUjGTx1Fjbpnf9xgX8fVg/s1600-h/yard_wide.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstybCtlMstoKzv5RzrBCxHrQ3kFxpaH2ZBpfA7CJLHRzwQ-o2G5Y5ZC4vYgY5Q09mFOjgqXHJftBxRPCQh9S2skNOqmZ89hhxg4zCmUHQgza0dJfVX2iZvuVUjGTx1Fjbpnf9xgX8fVg/s320/yard_wide.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216380458286616098" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here he is enjoying the shade of one of the many tress in our yard.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJCt5Ire9Vt6qZHkws0pWINp08cWF2sp1x8oOU3VgkhbgV5PPCUGWTP-mBpe0AC9GrTXh0N_Q5YjtDsuMPKhDFPH-HO9AW8OWdkcDl11qCR7uzvy9ZlRN0IYXqpBISJlIwW1OuxYbwUp8/s1600-h/birdfeeder.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJCt5Ire9Vt6qZHkws0pWINp08cWF2sp1x8oOU3VgkhbgV5PPCUGWTP-mBpe0AC9GrTXh0N_Q5YjtDsuMPKhDFPH-HO9AW8OWdkcDl11qCR7uzvy9ZlRN0IYXqpBISJlIwW1OuxYbwUp8/s320/birdfeeder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216380452029529634" /></a><d><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Looking for baby birds in the bird house (it's the brown box nailed to the fence that you can hardly see).</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1Z2LWmvoXaZ_yrrgRSIe2wx4AV4XQQycvCXr6bG1xdZoCn80mVpYuYRO_u37Ks_c0H6XwL5XcEaGOpXivmJVK0eGa6jyLEim443Kw5AtcLl4WBN3ZBvcyBjWaUyIyqKcWhgqXxZV9K8/s1600-h/sylviayard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1Z2LWmvoXaZ_yrrgRSIe2wx4AV4XQQycvCXr6bG1xdZoCn80mVpYuYRO_u37Ks_c0H6XwL5XcEaGOpXivmJVK0eGa6jyLEim443Kw5AtcLl4WBN3ZBvcyBjWaUyIyqKcWhgqXxZV9K8/s320/sylviayard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216380450941528930" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Sylvia thinks she's at the baby zoo. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uamitkOfx2MUkwkrJj_ewDmq8YMQsBGPxMKorGDMd352s6byC8aTxQa3b55aU-UQM4XwRj6NB2ZaWUg9BTSZawr7Kgc3Y2n1tJ3LC7uoR2sJ0iiszyyRRIuH4sIqTPf8nx7fFvvjOko/s1600-h/grilling.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uamitkOfx2MUkwkrJj_ewDmq8YMQsBGPxMKorGDMd352s6byC8aTxQa3b55aU-UQM4XwRj6NB2ZaWUg9BTSZawr7Kgc3Y2n1tJ3LC7uoR2sJ0iiszyyRRIuH4sIqTPf8nx7fFvvjOko/s320/grilling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216380450152264962" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Playing in the yard sure can make a guy hungry - it's GRILL TIME!!</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtac-Ju2uxq7-r8_OHVAfeNdYAUNUyPUYkWcUess4uwB-K62R9VIv0hXzW_ZA-yYrJgDzBvBcXv-yNQgvgA83uAMohQdb2_P6wuTbrupogeygXthcfP1r0vOA9xtcyHbh86anXwJcF4RA/s1600-h/froglegs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtac-Ju2uxq7-r8_OHVAfeNdYAUNUyPUYkWcUess4uwB-K62R9VIv0hXzW_ZA-yYrJgDzBvBcXv-yNQgvgA83uAMohQdb2_P6wuTbrupogeygXthcfP1r0vOA9xtcyHbh86anXwJcF4RA/s320/froglegs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216380442221431922" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">What's on the menu? Frog legs, of course.</span></div><div><br /></div></div></div></d>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-5620591422992535662008-06-02T19:15:00.004-05:002008-06-02T19:31:09.525-05:00Nana & Addy<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nana & Addy have only been a part of TE's life since he was born, but I didn't have ANY pictures of them from the numerous trips they have made to Austin to see TE. OK, I do have several pictures of them at the hospital with TE, but I look like crap in all of them so there's no way I'm posting those. You probably think I'm vain, but if you saw the pix you'd agree. </span><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nana & Addy came down for Mother's Day - which I now call "N&A Photo Op Day". <br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcJVFQhxuZUa_dtdZIh-Bai6_XSD-qOUSB1ztGWxdBBa84-Asib4vzacEgNiMRW1GSKXd4-D43HEgDAEVU-aYaZpYuoD0WmM25xidfL-Peemii2C0DhXZCNAzGtK-fZVZWP2hz4uOb0I/s1600-h/nanaaddy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcJVFQhxuZUa_dtdZIh-Bai6_XSD-qOUSB1ztGWxdBBa84-Asib4vzacEgNiMRW1GSKXd4-D43HEgDAEVU-aYaZpYuoD0WmM25xidfL-Peemii2C0DhXZCNAzGtK-fZVZWP2hz4uOb0I/s320/nanaaddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207443251047839154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">TE is playing doctor with Nana - he's checking her tonsils to make sure she isn't getting sick. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplOAtAUMwmbDwqz8uaefGkoD4hu-5sxyM3mtl-SCXZAbxjU-Lr5V0Hem9DfIeE7BRgc-boPLYHKvXFcbEiwivbGuzi5qJmCXRiNNoImATynK6f22ZDVEEYyKTOx9NNmIel03RWfUcBS8/s1600-h/nanaaddy3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplOAtAUMwmbDwqz8uaefGkoD4hu-5sxyM3mtl-SCXZAbxjU-Lr5V0Hem9DfIeE7BRgc-boPLYHKvXFcbEiwivbGuzi5qJmCXRiNNoImATynK6f22ZDVEEYyKTOx9NNmIel03RWfUcBS8/s320/nanaaddy3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207445978352072130" /></a><br />Addy is very concerned to hear our little doctor's opinion.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcY_S8iXei8HO_vpJoc3bcdsvmwXLPJsOQtoXnZJFXmPnZFQ6N2BLgH2I6DY9OuPLgTudC_2gMHByr0XPN91P4ytd5jLc5bov-GdaMY3i1nSdYaSidqwZc55sdBuJtunT56WUCvLmU9g/s1600-h/nanaaddy2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcY_S8iXei8HO_vpJoc3bcdsvmwXLPJsOQtoXnZJFXmPnZFQ6N2BLgH2I6DY9OuPLgTudC_2gMHByr0XPN91P4ytd5jLc5bov-GdaMY3i1nSdYaSidqwZc55sdBuJtunT56WUCvLmU9g/s320/nanaaddy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207443246752871842" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Now he's feeling her glands to make sure they aren't swollen. Fortunately, Nana wasn't sick and the doctor's advice was to have a good weekend. Not being a family to question doctors, we followed his orders to the T.</span><br /><br /></div></div></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-86314779818421096672008-05-20T20:37:00.015-05:002008-05-21T09:03:57.649-05:00Ode to Rice Cereal<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjpm75kN8XaM2wLdWdDSkAtpV-02rXhwKG21HA50rDVePDll5tJqWc0v-01ZFWyFejpyDY5oTDx5_dY6rsZo3H1J_us0blVIrVPJNN8bOKXXNYa4eMRR_Vbx8_1wY44GDXOA2_3OpE1A/s1600-h/cereal1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjpm75kN8XaM2wLdWdDSkAtpV-02rXhwKG21HA50rDVePDll5tJqWc0v-01ZFWyFejpyDY5oTDx5_dY6rsZo3H1J_us0blVIrVPJNN8bOKXXNYa4eMRR_Vbx8_1wY44GDXOA2_3OpE1A/s320/cereal1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202641653191764450" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">by Thomas Eilers<br /></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Oh rice cereal,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">on my plastic spoon. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Who knew I'd be eating solids so soon?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimrBb4C60rmyeWNMV6oX3y7SLQngk-NKMduJuvRFZGv5jP4ehdsNPlMgx38R9CVBTD_J1OtsdMAXy9JUsPgynL0PwDPC7OWcxDi1b1HTZwcTUCBqT-t2TLTvF2gmovEI0lzZJiv6wOi5Y/s1600-h/cereal2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimrBb4C60rmyeWNMV6oX3y7SLQngk-NKMduJuvRFZGv5jP4ehdsNPlMgx38R9CVBTD_J1OtsdMAXy9JUsPgynL0PwDPC7OWcxDi1b1HTZwcTUCBqT-t2TLTvF2gmovEI0lzZJiv6wOi5Y/s320/cereal2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202642164292872690" /></a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">You are mushy in my mouth,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and runny on my chins.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Are you the reason that I am not so thin?<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjP9fo2RWIM-IJT5cRo8bhLwk2djJnS67FZ3sW70Pjpnn04S15yablE7fADxnAqa21QmYCg31eJhXd-cSdpCeP5Pmqv3H7F-RCQm7rxCLoKD8r69BLeSN00MO2-F_hDl4AaE806RiUjtg/s1600-h/cereal3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjP9fo2RWIM-IJT5cRo8bhLwk2djJnS67FZ3sW70Pjpnn04S15yablE7fADxnAqa21QmYCg31eJhXd-cSdpCeP5Pmqv3H7F-RCQm7rxCLoKD8r69BLeSN00MO2-F_hDl4AaE806RiUjtg/s320/cereal3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202643053351103010" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sweet, sweet cereal,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I won't miss a drop.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I will suck you off my bib,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">My tongue is my mop.</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQz_fEWaZp-UbVZFmHOi32rRHojhkoifxbaltSfhe5W6Hr-Rt2HmTd8ObZxqADJbog4_CuLUBWrmkGnqJ02RkLIx5gmjJgmrmy2vJp02fS2ljUh2e-C0SKMZ_HPLOwNqlLpX7qZ_kdcg/s1600-h/cereal4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQz_fEWaZp-UbVZFmHOi32rRHojhkoifxbaltSfhe5W6Hr-Rt2HmTd8ObZxqADJbog4_CuLUBWrmkGnqJ02RkLIx5gmjJgmrmy2vJp02fS2ljUh2e-C0SKMZ_HPLOwNqlLpX7qZ_kdcg/s320/cereal4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202642653919144450" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nDFJzZYHRP7eTtngvgZpuyEa6w84ZGuwprY3x67CgGAq2UXVbXL30CUlCc19iyLSFJ7IUx8UYVX0EZ9IlJVqX9SBnAxlhUKbbgDE5G1oiLra6y-Jub81vXeJvK9OWmCjXr8ZSyYOAvs/s1600-h/cereal5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nDFJzZYHRP7eTtngvgZpuyEa6w84ZGuwprY3x67CgGAq2UXVbXL30CUlCc19iyLSFJ7IUx8UYVX0EZ9IlJVqX9SBnAxlhUKbbgDE5G1oiLra6y-Jub81vXeJvK9OWmCjXr8ZSyYOAvs/s320/cereal5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202642756998359570" /></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">Oh rice cereal,</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Only once a day.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Please never let your oopy, goopy goodness ever go away.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwzRcIFy4yrNhoLpdxs5EiH3L-jXfxX0tOXWbcR3jCkyEaFvem-W-YzAbmBnmzXoXEaR64tVWcTVUnZh1Ciq_hgJ32qxiC1mbvYIqTcQnQCR4Yqy0toWINbaXJcBNZo5ZSlYv3XMWfgo/s1600-h/cereal6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwzRcIFy4yrNhoLpdxs5EiH3L-jXfxX0tOXWbcR3jCkyEaFvem-W-YzAbmBnmzXoXEaR64tVWcTVUnZh1Ciq_hgJ32qxiC1mbvYIqTcQnQCR4Yqy0toWINbaXJcBNZo5ZSlYv3XMWfgo/s320/cereal6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202643560157243954" /></a>Sigh....</span></div></div></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-48710796541475947912008-05-13T17:06:00.009-05:002008-05-20T20:36:34.295-05:00Who Run Bartertown?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Master Blaster?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8W9h96LFGrOH3Q4pZGkvDO1f12zmPEGrmivDOFGR_G1wPhtD1Lq3dtfXkm-elYavCOKY_2z7BkfDbw02ot8RccrE3ttEr6YsxRCtOkqOOEAWJ57cemP8Oagm5rAhMRpHf7NZbLYZVpd4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8W9h96LFGrOH3Q4pZGkvDO1f12zmPEGrmivDOFGR_G1wPhtD1Lq3dtfXkm-elYavCOKY_2z7BkfDbw02ot8RccrE3ttEr6YsxRCtOkqOOEAWJ57cemP8Oagm5rAhMRpHf7NZbLYZVpd4/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199988295410739586" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I think not. Say Baby Blaster!!!</span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_HhyphenhyphenClFjGjwDnPQf4NEs9XCjAvtVl1B94278RBArwTKSgSNvbH-_fUkKKkmRXbXrVCK4OlhEhHrZVHiYVrPLfAhjjgfrARVrHibprbJ9ujEc7r13m1IZvRlvFkexUQk3O56SFSpgoXk/s1600-h/mb_ws.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_HhyphenhyphenClFjGjwDnPQf4NEs9XCjAvtVl1B94278RBArwTKSgSNvbH-_fUkKKkmRXbXrVCK4OlhEhHrZVHiYVrPLfAhjjgfrARVrHibprbJ9ujEc7r13m1IZvRlvFkexUQk3O56SFSpgoXk/s320/mb_ws.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199988308295641490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Say loud. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">BABY BLASTER.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Baby Blaster what.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">BABY BLASTER RUNS BARTERTOWN!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnl6JpUToxDgYrWJ9TYA4oOAXmWoFOm22qNpEfJKG7hKUwi3_0uS5EXhU-1hl91wC93u5bwqhIJeZfRfjqVOWPPrWq-D6U3IthxiElm7-WLIZbGFxYfzRxg64rmmCE5ha9UAQ-VwV4z8/s1600-h/mb_cu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnl6JpUToxDgYrWJ9TYA4oOAXmWoFOm22qNpEfJKG7hKUwi3_0uS5EXhU-1hl91wC93u5bwqhIJeZfRfjqVOWPPrWq-D6U3IthxiElm7-WLIZbGFxYfzRxg64rmmCE5ha9UAQ-VwV4z8/s320/mb_cu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199988312590608802" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Welcome to another edition of Thunderdome! </span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGcT0AmWeCIplfQo6DNCODfJ00Bd05x-4I79YqzVOtpv38M1183dR25cB5gQhAGLyWri40XozWpkmdRP_EVDEDA9Jgyot7GXxZVZwOZt6nHjDjwQVvLndVE-Ji8X51u5epVK9FkR3QaU/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGcT0AmWeCIplfQo6DNCODfJ00Bd05x-4I79YqzVOtpv38M1183dR25cB5gQhAGLyWri40XozWpkmdRP_EVDEDA9Jgyot7GXxZVZwOZt6nHjDjwQVvLndVE-Ji8X51u5epVK9FkR3QaU/s320/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202637285210024386" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">You know the law: 2 men enter, 1 man leaves.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMoSVA8x2NSDaTeGBa1QNEy7zXgmAoiuEuYTgxi0KOrOnNUBsc8Zveu7_vz3WhKjoiSTHwmPGQI2HmrBPvZIgeughJw8dniEiKVJyUUyKLtb_pmoytwZrKtYe4OIWFAtW49NlRc3IeA5I/s1600-h/thunderdome.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMoSVA8x2NSDaTeGBa1QNEy7zXgmAoiuEuYTgxi0KOrOnNUBsc8Zveu7_vz3WhKjoiSTHwmPGQI2HmrBPvZIgeughJw8dniEiKVJyUUyKLtb_pmoytwZrKtYe4OIWFAtW49NlRc3IeA5I/s320/thunderdome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199988471504398770" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Or, in TE's case, one man enter, nobody else fits.</span><br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32rdIhFLws63yDDpSm3yvob7vyn0QN-z-RVb6owO22HoQT8__454iVZoKgjjuvdy1xZdykHSZv4eyBkU-O6SqwfHUCb_sCcE_RtQ9ba6TER6eradr8JSsumdprkmprvbQjYVp9wh_U04/s1600-h/thunderdome2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32rdIhFLws63yDDpSm3yvob7vyn0QN-z-RVb6owO22HoQT8__454iVZoKgjjuvdy1xZdykHSZv4eyBkU-O6SqwfHUCb_sCcE_RtQ9ba6TER6eradr8JSsumdprkmprvbQjYVp9wh_U04/s320/thunderdome2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202638191448123858" /></a></div></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-80946042901632107012008-05-07T20:19:00.008-05:002008-07-07T16:09:28.776-05:00Oh my goodness, it's BECKY!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-B3qmUwznxur6qLEK3gNcji5j8XhX0GM4WlDcKnONPDtJlgFYjY2MlnltRiUYM-AJOsUQdS2Sfwb5xVdl98KJj3seVrWl7u2d2h4n8FddZnlz5Kh-Pp0UDhjy0z2hBu0hcvvwy4WfhLY/s1600-h/becky.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-B3qmUwznxur6qLEK3gNcji5j8XhX0GM4WlDcKnONPDtJlgFYjY2MlnltRiUYM-AJOsUQdS2Sfwb5xVdl98KJj3seVrWl7u2d2h4n8FddZnlz5Kh-Pp0UDhjy0z2hBu0hcvvwy4WfhLY/s320/becky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197810951248046978" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">That's right - my good friend Becky packed her bags, left her husband and two small children just to come to Austin and hang out with TE. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_xbj3D62qyyB9Ztisc67-Kww06ZGGJhsvvYJmEawurIkqLyO7C2Ui7x_bRqwoV2H5ixgvt8xVGqss6mLtVFj72kAlf41dihlZBM0tO-_91TmYVVHDObvQzvDMYY9vZ5FQ3TuTv439RI/s1600-h/becky+sstnad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_xbj3D62qyyB9Ztisc67-Kww06ZGGJhsvvYJmEawurIkqLyO7C2Ui7x_bRqwoV2H5ixgvt8xVGqss6mLtVFj72kAlf41dihlZBM0tO-_91TmYVVHDObvQzvDMYY9vZ5FQ3TuTv439RI/s320/becky+sstnad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197810955543014290" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">They got along just great...</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2TULA8fOi85Ke1N4BaVnR08aM2twIRI9xmfKHvRKuu0BLI3uudOqTVjJbrBZSRN65HT5GqOP7XRvZwHxN8z4xu953keV6pesD5NPWMAVO3UuoPvxkPTMM3_2rgDWfBJzf9L3KpfKq_YQ/s1600-h/becky+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2TULA8fOi85Ke1N4BaVnR08aM2twIRI9xmfKHvRKuu0BLI3uudOqTVjJbrBZSRN65HT5GqOP7XRvZwHxN8z4xu953keV6pesD5NPWMAVO3UuoPvxkPTMM3_2rgDWfBJzf9L3KpfKq_YQ/s320/becky+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197810955543014306" /></a>... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">especially around dinner time.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And, she brought an incredibly large gift for TE - we call it Thunderdome. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzc-1QPW2oEFjMH1f35paq3o6lPfZ6lnyI4Us4q1tC8rDZnLVJtEaZPGIH9vFkHk4ogMr8X6HWU76g7N0sxr1fYNErvFn1vkZKkPkoy9dpdatX-rByb1j8LpHnMprMa1FHqs7Ef9QcYY/s1600-h/thunderdome.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzc-1QPW2oEFjMH1f35paq3o6lPfZ6lnyI4Us4q1tC8rDZnLVJtEaZPGIH9vFkHk4ogMr8X6HWU76g7N0sxr1fYNErvFn1vkZKkPkoy9dpdatX-rByb1j8LpHnMprMa1FHqs7Ef9QcYY/s320/thunderdome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197811707162291122" /></a>We ALL love Thunderdome because 1) TE can entertain himself for a loooong time in there - there are all sorts of toys hanging from the inside,bright colors and noise makers and 2) we get to take a break while TE plays alone. We call that 'teaching him how to be independent'. He's getting pretty good at it. As a matter of fact, he got to spend some quality time learning how to be independent the other night while I tired to get some sleep.</span></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-23026954063189939942008-04-30T20:03:00.008-05:002008-04-30T20:33:18.904-05:00Weekend with the Grandparents & Great Grandparent<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, I'm still catching up on blogs! That means I'm going to keep the entries short & sweet until I'm back on track. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The weekend of April 12 TE's grandparents & great grandma came to visit for the weekend. You can tell it was a very stressful time for him.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5sRWTPgzc-nR8MPTGEQzZJW1So9qgdQZyt_cV_aZQnwaN3YT5iDgV53021x3j3sJop7dvHkJpPNzejdbzYWwzs-WPlBTyYcMqDOy0Vmo-bbuOhsiEAKji_pVJVKkZS0XQA2wVoNUfqI/s1600-h/gma_te.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5sRWTPgzc-nR8MPTGEQzZJW1So9qgdQZyt_cV_aZQnwaN3YT5iDgV53021x3j3sJop7dvHkJpPNzejdbzYWwzs-WPlBTyYcMqDOy0Vmo-bbuOhsiEAKji_pVJVKkZS0XQA2wVoNUfqI/s320/gma_te.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195209614538194978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yes....very stressful. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLSuIPKRBB4-lDS9haux-WNEYCt_B3HwsZOjiNZvBj4R2qN4ZTmA5_eLh2YLS0VA-MMOnOg8Ri2Rcy0JqtKtIXRuGOmS_GfOQSnHeLhua8i6UESqSs0UcXSBtJFhXlHMur2u6UaIDTLo/s1600-h/oma_te.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLSuIPKRBB4-lDS9haux-WNEYCt_B3HwsZOjiNZvBj4R2qN4ZTmA5_eLh2YLS0VA-MMOnOg8Ri2Rcy0JqtKtIXRuGOmS_GfOQSnHeLhua8i6UESqSs0UcXSBtJFhXlHMur2u6UaIDTLo/s320/oma_te.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195209631718064178" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">All of this love and attention can really get a guy down. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ylLE1mSbiFad21OKHO8BVGKIAJPM4D86rN_aGQtx9Wo7GdTUc2jrMrUxxlhxp6IuizdfQVYgvIcpIwxQm_6cEgbyqNQ-AxBX14LDrNK07KXuGZ-baDiqyaF_t8TLwuiW5X-F1diWetA/s1600-h/dad+pix.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ylLE1mSbiFad21OKHO8BVGKIAJPM4D86rN_aGQtx9Wo7GdTUc2jrMrUxxlhxp6IuizdfQVYgvIcpIwxQm_6cEgbyqNQ-AxBX14LDrNK07KXuGZ-baDiqyaF_t8TLwuiW5X-F1diWetA/s320/dad+pix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195209636013031490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">O'pa/grandpa tries to take a picture with TE and O'ma/gramma both looking at the camera. This is a challenging task. My suggestion is to just keep snapping pictures until you get the one you want. That's the beauty of digital, I say!<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbbq-NeerEsgfY34sPWscPxOE79kqYsapzXVSdVyIV3YCGiLwe0_bnxiUWimSIOKbqowm8aJLmmgwaGDi_WuxbqDPD1-k54a9BzG5PbicZNVFKdU0PUAKlMq51TCbwJTq4PTaRS_8mR8/s1600-h/tr_beanbag.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbbq-NeerEsgfY34sPWscPxOE79kqYsapzXVSdVyIV3YCGiLwe0_bnxiUWimSIOKbqowm8aJLmmgwaGDi_WuxbqDPD1-k54a9BzG5PbicZNVFKdU0PUAKlMq51TCbwJTq4PTaRS_8mR8/s320/tr_beanbag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195209636013031506" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We're not quite sure who benefits more from having grandparents in town...TE or Thomas & me. We even got to go out for a few baby-free ours while TE stayed at home. It was his first time with a babysitter - or should we say sitters. They did a good job because TE slept like a log that night. We'll definitely be calling them again.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SeMHgxNYkOIo3AUd3D831jmZH4DDONNzAIhRnVZzziIoXd9okiS3va_2s0SRCOGLZ8MeS_u61BwISZf4n4-wB8F1HOTDlygUhRuEnY8Ro3KQLTdEI3n4vjCtAbSvfOTrmhzkQuM-eZA/s1600-h/oma_car.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SeMHgxNYkOIo3AUd3D831jmZH4DDONNzAIhRnVZzziIoXd9okiS3va_2s0SRCOGLZ8MeS_u61BwISZf4n4-wB8F1HOTDlygUhRuEnY8Ro3KQLTdEI3n4vjCtAbSvfOTrmhzkQuM-eZA/s320/oma_car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195209640307998818" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">O'ma, Mom, TE and I went on an adventure to the store. I'll give you three guesses where we went shopping.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fMsaHg-AnktEDhcLqiUYyyxrRd6Kk_HXP1pdDJR5tmQWfZ0tZaoVHEPSObF2kGAq-mduNfcNmLB6DSzaqyo-pM9Nd-2piYYHnCF8xtS0f80nobVPZ3mYMGbvwPO2aAtB0NQF1uFRBmk/s1600-h/gma_car.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fMsaHg-AnktEDhcLqiUYyyxrRd6Kk_HXP1pdDJR5tmQWfZ0tZaoVHEPSObF2kGAq-mduNfcNmLB6DSzaqyo-pM9Nd-2piYYHnCF8xtS0f80nobVPZ3mYMGbvwPO2aAtB0NQF1uFRBmk/s320/gma_car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195209773451985010" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh341kUVjHRLiBdKJmQ5DaeZKWvG_ut6UFT_EzRQTBCQTkNLe6UJzlq5vALLydp2dkvPBrzrCZc71_bn2VF6Iz64pyZZnjS9y7nupQBcuGvMvedDXOCgIz7odesy2C1HHDB4C8iAXcgTEY/s1600-h/brus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh341kUVjHRLiBdKJmQ5DaeZKWvG_ut6UFT_EzRQTBCQTkNLe6UJzlq5vALLydp2dkvPBrzrCZc71_bn2VF6Iz64pyZZnjS9y7nupQBcuGvMvedDXOCgIz7odesy2C1HHDB4C8iAXcgTEY/s320/brus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195209979610415234" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yep, baby Mecca. The place I used to dread going to is now one of my favorite stops. I'll have to admit that shopping for TE is something I really enjoy, and we have the credit card bills to prove it. Hey, I'm doing it for the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">children</span></span>, ok?!</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ylmF0-PhZiKJGgcBWjD7Gwhq1T9qEViGRkT1DMrkH89w8CySXwxtdlLXPcAwZsaMJ3exHKw_zHTum2d_76sl87gLAnExjgLcF575YUTYsDMqVZX1NvBff6loZtVaR38O6FJJqxc4NgE/s1600-h/brus_exit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ylmF0-PhZiKJGgcBWjD7Gwhq1T9qEViGRkT1DMrkH89w8CySXwxtdlLXPcAwZsaMJ3exHKw_zHTum2d_76sl87gLAnExjgLcF575YUTYsDMqVZX1NvBff6loZtVaR38O6FJJqxc4NgE/s320/brus_exit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195210241603420306" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9EIM2SvZykql_sluhDYdWjYavfMZgA-sUPEIrCMko-nW4436wUd-eJOunkrpDIxJkxsRXEj_cbta7l6pELu-1fPfDnF7PTyU1TLlwLIfN_xheL8OO7ii4cNVToGcPJaLc9eokwwCGYiU/s1600-h/tired_shopper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9EIM2SvZykql_sluhDYdWjYavfMZgA-sUPEIrCMko-nW4436wUd-eJOunkrpDIxJkxsRXEj_cbta7l6pELu-1fPfDnF7PTyU1TLlwLIfN_xheL8OO7ii4cNVToGcPJaLc9eokwwCGYiU/s320/tired_shopper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195210245898387618" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">All of that spoiling can really wear out a little guy. </span></div></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-64293496854544100422008-04-24T20:55:00.004-05:002008-04-24T21:11:40.173-05:00There's someone in my head, but it's not me..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOy9d15CBKbq_X0IRlEdKa5JV8R5bFdhLIEjlbOCjtlJ-q525VqK0SbD-LJK9AhddzsbE1NWRLbayC4zS_6p7Os9kcTo4HrTZSbuy6EwSUc2av_o69yHudacR_wMpK3h1-KwfAgrQGWY/s1600-h/lunatic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOy9d15CBKbq_X0IRlEdKa5JV8R5bFdhLIEjlbOCjtlJ-q525VqK0SbD-LJK9AhddzsbE1NWRLbayC4zS_6p7Os9kcTo4HrTZSbuy6EwSUc2av_o69yHudacR_wMpK3h1-KwfAgrQGWY/s320/lunatic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192998526719508498" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This is why you don't accept candy from strangers - especially at a Pink Floyd concert. Although, we may now have an explanation for Hell Week (see post below)...and the constant drooling.</span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Uncle Josh, thanks for making me the hippest kid in daycare:) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-59833806982960771212008-04-23T21:03:00.006-05:002008-04-24T20:52:42.869-05:00Hell Week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPiGTJxQTU4ZEro0UHqzMDVi5Wkw4v4Nqcu5f3UhqCGtQQgCcbVCMCNwfY_5folh_zOJuzLVHMXT_aF9p1D61nCDfjX1WPKmei8m-b4NFzxHb0oK2VtcSUN1gwvPDFUCrJ_i7XnKfXjc/s1600-h/Sleep_tight.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPiGTJxQTU4ZEro0UHqzMDVi5Wkw4v4Nqcu5f3UhqCGtQQgCcbVCMCNwfY_5folh_zOJuzLVHMXT_aF9p1D61nCDfjX1WPKmei8m-b4NFzxHb0oK2VtcSUN1gwvPDFUCrJ_i7XnKfXjc/s320/Sleep_tight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192629004913229826" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sweet picture, huh? When was it taken, you ask. Well, I'm not 100% sure but I can <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">guarantee</span></span> is wasn't taken between March 31 and April 4. That was the week TE decided that he wasn't really interested in sleeping from 11pm-6am. That's right, an entire week of all nighters. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I can't recall all of the details, but I vaguely remember driving up and down Mopac one night at 1am. Driving worked like a charm - TE fell asleep after a few minutes in the back seat. We drove another 30 minutes before heading home to make sure he was really in a deep sleep. As soon as we pulled into the driveway his eyes shot wide open. It was time to be awake...AGAIN!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">The thing is, TE wasn't incredibly fussy or crying. He just wanted to up and he wanted one of us to entertain him. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">By Wednesday night TR was drunk with sleep deprivation. I was a zombie and we were both pretty close to the end of our ropes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">By Thursday we were ready to put the smack down: we decided to let him cry it out a little bit. It was horrible. Neither Thomas nor I could stand to hear his pathetic crying, so we gave up on that pretty quickly. So much for tough love.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I eventually developed a routine: put him on the play mat on the floor, which allowed for 20 minutes of sleep, then it was downstairs on the couch, then in the swing, then upstairs in front of the computer watching the colorful screen saver, then downstairs to the stroller and laps around the house, then back upstairs to the play mat (and hopefully 20 minutes of sleep). There may have been a couple of times where he slept a bit in his car seat, but who can really remember. All I know is that if you repeat those things above about 50-100 times, you would eventually get to 6am.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">And 6am was the magic hour. TE would eat and then fall into a deep sleep...just in time for TR and I to get ready for work. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">What a considerate child.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">I believe we have mostly recovered from Hell Week. TE still has horrible sleeping habits, and there have been a couple of all nighters since then, but we haven't been through five consecutive nights without sleep. If TE decides pulls that stunt again, he's going out in the yard in the Pack-n-Play. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">You think I'm joking.</span></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-22893533117507653622008-03-31T20:25:00.012-05:002008-04-06T14:14:58.958-05:00Hello, 9-1-1?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, is this 9-1-1? I have a situation here...<br /></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhgG2C-WnqDhRKOe3zA9DIHuyEUiniHVLOvrzlWCWRpXJM9nBR2f6uNkfgUzS4fOx5cLC4Hp3oT9uV5RTxNkOwBL9XsZR_zdr4YSH2tPj-uNrLYwjoXvTIXJs9cJBQKxU7u7140_zJCg/s1600-h/911_a.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhgG2C-WnqDhRKOe3zA9DIHuyEUiniHVLOvrzlWCWRpXJM9nBR2f6uNkfgUzS4fOx5cLC4Hp3oT9uV5RTxNkOwBL9XsZR_zdr4YSH2tPj-uNrLYwjoXvTIXJs9cJBQKxU7u7140_zJCg/s320/911_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184082410548932802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We need a Hazmat team dispatched for a major clean up in South Austin.</span><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbeGZ8yG4gQt_3sqvggbJ11lkh7XG8nsfFtMipV1DdZpG4i5KuG1yaBC70pGiV2P1EkrS7vgknpgADzA-65trR6yX6gdWcsNszwq334kQyBUMV1xXkG4RvgjhWirkklr5CnrwX7EuZrI/s1600-h/911_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbeGZ8yG4gQt_3sqvggbJ11lkh7XG8nsfFtMipV1DdZpG4i5KuG1yaBC70pGiV2P1EkrS7vgknpgADzA-65trR6yX6gdWcsNszwq334kQyBUMV1xXkG4RvgjhWirkklr5CnrwX7EuZrI/s320/911_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184082539397951698" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The polluting suspect is a caucasian male, 3 months old, around 2 feet high, patchy brown hair and blue eyes. While the rest of us are reeling from the spill, he seems rather happy and satisfied. He has even smiled a couple of times. No need to send an ambulance - a LOT of wipes and some rubber gloves will do. </span></div></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-70873250146774998092008-03-31T19:45:00.018-05:002008-04-01T11:54:26.786-05:00Uncle Scot, Aunt Maggie & Tyson<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Scot, Maggie and Tyson made the trek to Austin this weekend to see their new nephew / cousin. There was a lot of eating involved, and just hanging out in general.</span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizG6bkfbenY0HqefqJqmfC8ImS1aWmnXHlV2gFowW7iYN0fMvp9jJhKA91Nxlhe9wI7cnsOdlpghgESZQo3PzG1qiOzmsSkNlXCUvO0S2HPxUo6KXedeSG2DJRiSNBxFZ6LG3BR5ycVrM/s1600-h/copeland_dallas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizG6bkfbenY0HqefqJqmfC8ImS1aWmnXHlV2gFowW7iYN0fMvp9jJhKA91Nxlhe9wI7cnsOdlpghgESZQo3PzG1qiOzmsSkNlXCUvO0S2HPxUo6KXedeSG2DJRiSNBxFZ6LG3BR5ycVrM/s320/copeland_dallas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184080705446916210" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tyson is a soon-to-be big brother so he was able to sharpen those big-brother skills with TE. One of his most frequent requests was to 'pet' the baby. TE happily obliged.</span></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxItMKqVhxiJ8M2zQ3rqXLuB0BaFaWK-BuSDF312CWe5bSRkiBzCrf3uLHOZXQLW3vPM9LZfULgt99VB9GLNIMthFQMEGbHgbwoLEg1un9qHxLvViZK0KeA69d34je_-fdYJ3AjYqMh_Y/s320/Ty_TE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184080714036850850" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">As you can see, TE finds Tyson very interesting. Tyson was even able to get a few smiles from TE (by petting him, of course).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_7SJqSAxfaO69BhGazi_2la-X3GmpwxC3-NRUMEMI0MQnLkuuaUj3WQRiin2lufQ63sD9Oy4PCFox3LGw2YRrE2dvij5poxbybCwdqLICNC88HM8GkzmP7xKGFK0HK8Si45viR8SDEk/s1600-h/Ty_TE_Bunny.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_7SJqSAxfaO69BhGazi_2la-X3GmpwxC3-NRUMEMI0MQnLkuuaUj3WQRiin2lufQ63sD9Oy4PCFox3LGw2YRrE2dvij5poxbybCwdqLICNC88HM8GkzmP7xKGFK0HK8Si45viR8SDEk/s320/Ty_TE_Bunny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184080718331818162" /></a>Tyson discovered that TEs crib was a good place to hang out and watch videos on Maggie's iPhone. Regretfully, I didn't get a picture. You'll just have to trust me when I say that finding him hanging out in the crib totally absorbed in cartoons was a pretty funny sight. He also shared all of his toys with TE by piling them in the Pack n Play.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">TE took to his Uncle Scot & Aunt Maggie right away. He's definitely a fan of family who come to visit and hold him, even if he has to squish his newest cousin to get into Aunt Maggie's arms. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxKHD8OyhaQrwSnTtLsz3Jqz5TjEkbbHiLxesz8HeY8Nct9zto2HCvW_X_-KjthbgfGo6S_g6Mz-yGrzld_-V7ojBk6UOD1cxmJyPgLi_S6gXVOYyrGz1Ddlir5RY9ISs0E57RZsuug0/s1600-h/Maggie_TE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxKHD8OyhaQrwSnTtLsz3Jqz5TjEkbbHiLxesz8HeY8Nct9zto2HCvW_X_-KjthbgfGo6S_g6Mz-yGrzld_-V7ojBk6UOD1cxmJyPgLi_S6gXVOYyrGz1Ddlir5RY9ISs0E57RZsuug0/s320/Maggie_TE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184080709741883522" /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Aunts are FUN!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLaBvqovXP66WRcI3Bq1FgStKqwjsL2ecQvWQomU6B8lYFQEHtzCYlj1XH9ZesWGrk9JyBX8O8XYEJla74NPR6Nt3-XpbuX1WPEIuLYu42x8k3UhobtyrEeHtRPgdBFQT22i0ttXIc0I/s1600-h/Mag_te.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLaBvqovXP66WRcI3Bq1FgStKqwjsL2ecQvWQomU6B8lYFQEHtzCYlj1XH9ZesWGrk9JyBX8O8XYEJla74NPR6Nt3-XpbuX1WPEIuLYu42x8k3UhobtyrEeHtRPgdBFQT22i0ttXIc0I/s320/Mag_te.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184080714036850834" /></a></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> Scot, Maggie, Tyson - Thanks so much for coming to see us. We hope these next two months go smoothly for you all. We can't wait to meet TEs newest cousin!!</span></div></div></div></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-59268082926160864212008-03-24T19:09:00.008-05:002008-03-24T20:13:57.215-05:00Easter Sunday<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">TE was fussy during the first half of the church service and then slept through the second half. TR had church business to take care of afterwards, so TE and I headed home to see what the easter bunny left for us. </span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81FFm5MpchKZX85fnBNBF6QCOzW6Fo2SBcl9INypwRpEtRzQQAUPf4Oht-NFsDFcO3jZoSfe0xK7zvo1yPnR_akH1MqM7Yj8EpMxqRQApk1-jIpYnQAfYwoA2qb_HbcPON0lqsdzLGcE/s1600-h/easter_waiting.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81FFm5MpchKZX85fnBNBF6QCOzW6Fo2SBcl9INypwRpEtRzQQAUPf4Oht-NFsDFcO3jZoSfe0xK7zvo1yPnR_akH1MqM7Yj8EpMxqRQApk1-jIpYnQAfYwoA2qb_HbcPON0lqsdzLGcE/s320/easter_waiting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181475472774443074" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">We got two baskets, but we had to wait on TR before opening them. Lucky TE got to hang out in the Neglect-O-Matic for a while.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJPXnxyTUJngtfQqLuetsxxZN59VpEQZEdz0Cf6y1lwm8tEvvOyhhf81xlZ7YHyzsEamrJNp6faZbLXas4H-WZNYfwigcXiGUVVZPj4BW20EYbqT3IGoO13mzUXmb3RhAUtCCFb1efjI/s1600-h/easter_basket.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJPXnxyTUJngtfQqLuetsxxZN59VpEQZEdz0Cf6y1lwm8tEvvOyhhf81xlZ7YHyzsEamrJNp6faZbLXas4H-WZNYfwigcXiGUVVZPj4BW20EYbqT3IGoO13mzUXmb3RhAUtCCFb1efjI/s320/easter_basket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181475477069410386" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">All of that waiting can wear out a baby. TE snoozed through the whole basket-opening event.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVt1aAngLc9O1kq7Yh4Y_Nxk7VmdM0GEX9SpkOwI1OpGv0Rr8SUXgsFvcK4_Spg09Ldvyegkt55puVbBNd7y_-deWdoIw5LgyXJUwHyEd9avq6rCMyJfb9d4mNiMpPOd2atwv1n66jMpE/s1600-h/easter_sleep.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVt1aAngLc9O1kq7Yh4Y_Nxk7VmdM0GEX9SpkOwI1OpGv0Rr8SUXgsFvcK4_Spg09Ldvyegkt55puVbBNd7y_-deWdoIw5LgyXJUwHyEd9avq6rCMyJfb9d4mNiMpPOd2atwv1n66jMpE/s320/easter_sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181475481364377698" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">When he FINALLY woke up, we showed him the animatronic bunny Nana & Addy sent. The first time we made it 'go' we got BIIIG smiles. The second time the bunny got just a wee bit scary, so we put it on the mantle. I guess there's truth in the whole 'too much of a good thing'. We'll just use it in moderation.</span></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-28823096064951707062008-03-24T19:09:00.006-05:002008-03-24T20:04:16.159-05:00Bathing Beauty<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">We discovered that hands that remain in fists most of the day are prone to finger jam. Talk about a disgusting discovery. </span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIe0FJeMkHGUm3DThsxEBj2rg7gnBPclgRH5GLvgiOUSA8L41YSeFNfbpsoQr_g5B3tQ2Xq-TUulh3dzTTU_ttGJzIV1Cne_OhaneX7RUEWoyznJ6PbnPvmvmYmitf3nWjlBrILNt8EaE/s1600-h/bath_rinse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIe0FJeMkHGUm3DThsxEBj2rg7gnBPclgRH5GLvgiOUSA8L41YSeFNfbpsoQr_g5B3tQ2Xq-TUulh3dzTTU_ttGJzIV1Cne_OhaneX7RUEWoyznJ6PbnPvmvmYmitf3nWjlBrILNt8EaE/s320/bath_rinse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181475193601568786" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Look ma, no more screaming and crying during bath time. I may even start to like getting clean.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadUWR1HjvCZq0-sf63wpn4wLRvUd9sVrJbJPAKwh4Jrenbsj-NbRifb9r5PPN0oaMepfeE-clcyGUGILgcbV7nJttZ_cyFa5v42xZxqsJfrKxFAg_t8FITxvZE3AwjgDB_LrtCgFp3cM/s1600-h/bath_face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadUWR1HjvCZq0-sf63wpn4wLRvUd9sVrJbJPAKwh4Jrenbsj-NbRifb9r5PPN0oaMepfeE-clcyGUGILgcbV7nJttZ_cyFa5v42xZxqsJfrKxFAg_t8FITxvZE3AwjgDB_LrtCgFp3cM/s320/bath_face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181475193601568802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Sucking on fist = happy place.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5X4ZCHOB3LTCNSCjTEvqkkdvCbi6ZFxUARa4hZgxuoNTJJq769ZGsGzAPiCwEm8lXcWNOgd7_oN9VqzxsLII-8beVO941q368M9OItXUppv5TI7NF7o4GSD3vQNlHLQ6dlMh__NgOvo/s1600-h/bath_ducky.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5X4ZCHOB3LTCNSCjTEvqkkdvCbi6ZFxUARa4hZgxuoNTJJq769ZGsGzAPiCwEm8lXcWNOgd7_oN9VqzxsLII-8beVO941q368M9OItXUppv5TI7NF7o4GSD3vQNlHLQ6dlMh__NgOvo/s320/bath_ducky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181475197896536114" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hey, did you have to post a picture showing everyone my duck? It's so embarrassing. </span> </span></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-84560706065363103332008-03-24T19:08:00.002-05:002008-03-24T19:58:44.605-05:00First Job Interview<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">TE spent Good Friday pounding the pavement looking for a job. Our plan is to have him employed in the next few months. His first interview was at The Sound Lab. He heard that audio engineers are practically rock stars, and we all know how TE likes to be the life of the party.</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZyXW_1CCuA7q39yf8_1MVLHxmZxlpIVW8vPqOQ9m8b4_UJe_SSpTfpTQHgjCbZmNT8FnpUMmJU2cOQ_G3oxfizndWMT5k_xdp7xnLHYjaa3AH_KRfTpGkVpy_TeEIFC8jRE-7Q92jlw/s1600-h/Sound_lab.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZyXW_1CCuA7q39yf8_1MVLHxmZxlpIVW8vPqOQ9m8b4_UJe_SSpTfpTQHgjCbZmNT8FnpUMmJU2cOQ_G3oxfizndWMT5k_xdp7xnLHYjaa3AH_KRfTpGkVpy_TeEIFC8jRE-7Q92jlw/s320/Sound_lab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181474871479021554" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">As you can tell, TEs smiles are infectious. He was working his hardest to impress Phil and Steve. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5F2cG7mNtFx52P_E3150SGz3PZqYN9bm4qEg5dpBsx1GewFl9xTAYwEw9ISBg0eFg_KK26VSQKSglgS1lWSeccRY4o_3wW3B5v4qsYTonRq3SJ7P45lWC5__aIu0nqvsrpC9g7CJByWE/s1600-h/sound_lab2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5F2cG7mNtFx52P_E3150SGz3PZqYN9bm4qEg5dpBsx1GewFl9xTAYwEw9ISBg0eFg_KK26VSQKSglgS1lWSeccRY4o_3wW3B5v4qsYTonRq3SJ7P45lWC5__aIu0nqvsrpC9g7CJByWE/s320/sound_lab2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181474875773988866" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Steve is getting ready to test TEs ProTools skills. Unfortunately, TE only knows about ProDrools, which is a NO-NO around the console. Trust me, I know all about how it is forbidden to set your drink anywhere on the console...even if it looks like a 'safe' place.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">All in all, the interview went really well. We're just waiting for the call:)<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680190369628729784.post-4008840347638983372008-03-19T19:53:00.008-05:002008-03-19T20:10:11.284-05:00Lord of the Manor<div><br /></div><span><span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmzCrgjicFYb5tuqYLLwtjJ0wzx6C44YcTa-TuAIwdiiMclVGMuJb9hXR3TuIZ0fEqbi8fS3uPX_3XGhBvGF-GlWMTYsIBSEa2O5PvtiO1hO3uipvi1vllYM070Bdauw9-Fyi73wxhiY/s1600-h/bed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmzCrgjicFYb5tuqYLLwtjJ0wzx6C44YcTa-TuAIwdiiMclVGMuJb9hXR3TuIZ0fEqbi8fS3uPX_3XGhBvGF-GlWMTYsIBSEa2O5PvtiO1hO3uipvi1vllYM070Bdauw9-Fyi73wxhiY/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179620910190997442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">TE has discovered his hands. Evidently they taste pretty darn good.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht8rJPG0D0b5r8MnXQ56EjOmAC1Pqc3f3UFgueK0MeeY4ihGnLlKfqOAv8V3nWQaa_TMmhTujiwYGIlkqyOLRyothzw7rMSyFdakvh5mw0P5VnzYh_zjQAixNgEs_NLl6dVic0rw2kAEI/s1600-h/fist.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht8rJPG0D0b5r8MnXQ56EjOmAC1Pqc3f3UFgueK0MeeY4ihGnLlKfqOAv8V3nWQaa_TMmhTujiwYGIlkqyOLRyothzw7rMSyFdakvh5mw0P5VnzYh_zjQAixNgEs_NLl6dVic0rw2kAEI/s320/fist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179620819996684210" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Remember the Muppet Show? Remember the two old hecklers who sat in the balcony critiquing the show?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCKyEJMcS_EObikHsV-6vHAQ0-AmBSGM_eqLCEshnK0J73dGkRR8DLiCsXianK-96xi9PDU22QUBK-EF0zetL_o4GGzQwGjheb6xANR71Ma4zDbAaOYW82lBIlBfVLeUKogleeo4IYmow/s1600-h/waldrf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCKyEJMcS_EObikHsV-6vHAQ0-AmBSGM_eqLCEshnK0J73dGkRR8DLiCsXianK-96xi9PDU22QUBK-EF0zetL_o4GGzQwGjheb6xANR71Ma4zDbAaOYW82lBIlBfVLeUKogleeo4IYmow/s320/waldrf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179623422746865634" /></a> Now look at TE....</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRj2yv1ngmSoVuCu22C9gfz7tfSNY1Aj04lQ1vpdll2zNird63txJolGRefdGk8xKNFahviSh-wqjDBAvWqRb567oqG1emWbMjfEDGTMkmL1gQKAxeyDrP1voEfuR3jGuWOENDNH91bGg/s1600-h/momnt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRj2yv1ngmSoVuCu22C9gfz7tfSNY1Aj04lQ1vpdll2zNird63txJolGRefdGk8xKNFahviSh-wqjDBAvWqRb567oqG1emWbMjfEDGTMkmL1gQKAxeyDrP1voEfuR3jGuWOENDNH91bGg/s320/momnt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179620721212436386" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">All he needs is just a little grey hair & a serious moustache. </span></div>Doreen Copelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904755353027407033noreply@blogger.com3