tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39371970572228247602024-03-05T09:04:48.702-06:00Carolyn's ChroniclesCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-82830874155857782382010-07-15T19:00:00.002-05:002010-07-15T19:04:56.006-05:00Another monthAnother month has passed and it's the middle of JULY! Goodness!<br /><br />Since Kountze, I spent a week in SA packing boxes and sightseeing with my adopted granddaughter, Nicole. Then a week in Palestine with Ian and Nicole (Karen joined us later). Then Lydia and Caleb arrived, Karen and sons left, and I made decisions about paint for my bedroom (next week's project).<br /><br />So after Lydia leaves and I give this house a good cleaning (!), I will dismantle my bedroom to repaint it a soft aqua color. I'm leaving the black and white toile decor and tweaking the accessories to suit. It's been a while since I've done a decorating project in my house, and I"m excited about the change.<br /><br />A date to a local play on Sunday, a quick trip to Mansfield next weekend, and LOTS of scrapbooking in August will lead to the fall activities:<br />September: new baby in AR<br />October: scrapbook retreat in Weatherford, hosting Guion Music Club<br />November: Thanksgiving celebration (location?) and Caleb's 2nd birthday<br /><br />Have I mentioned I'm glad I retired? hahaCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-30910458597112193352010-06-19T07:55:00.002-05:002010-06-19T08:17:59.830-05:00AdoptionsI am the adopted grandma of six children whom my friends have adopted. They come from three different birth families. There's two boys and four girls, ranging in age from 8-15. It is a busy, lively household.<br /><br />What impresses me most is how, in a year and a half, the four siblings who were the last adoptees have meshed into the family. It's not an easy thing to take kids into your family and teach them your values, manners, and speech. These siblings had not even lived together for four years, having been in the foster care system before adoption. Challenging does not even begin to describe the parents' task. All six of these kids have special needs in some way: physical, mental, emotional, social disabilities. When I see them now, I see what a long way they've come in learning to love one another and behave appropriately in different situations. Wow.<br /><br />I enjoyed spending time with them this week while their mom was recuperating from surgery. She directed their activities while I did the walking, lifting, chores, etc. The kids were fun to be around. Of course, they had their spats and stubbornness at times, but really, what family doesn't? <br /><br />In this household, God is utmost. Three of the six kids have accepted Jesus as Savior and been baptized. Books and music in the house are Christian. Discussions about behavior center around what God's view of it is. This is the glue that holds the home together.<br /><br />Mom and Dad, as in most families, have too little time alone together. Maybe I can change that in the future.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-77302021542257429392010-06-13T06:16:00.005-05:002010-06-13T06:25:51.229-05:00Recent TripsWe just made a trip to Missouri to visit my parents, and then I made a trip to Mansfield, TX to visit my in-laws. I'm home for two days, then off to visit a friend in Kountze who is recuperating from surgery.<br /><br />Here is a picture from Missouri's trip:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd4bRMmsZP3CU0n_JBi662uQmBBJ-3GRFieqandYxx72n9ZETf4BHiNmUUgqhn4XU9IVlXO8T4nDS7-YQqxcBQusEC-a0ty65Q9MVTDhRW6zS6qAlFB9UU7qc5uY87ipwqIfTEDlQtr6W5/s1600/IMG_0136.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/AVvXsEjd4bRMmsZP3CU0n_JBi662uQmBBJ-3GRFieqandYxx72n9ZETf4BHiNmUUgqhn4XU9IVlXO8T4nDS7-YQqxcBQusEC-a0ty65Q9MVTDhRW6zS6qAlFB9UU7qc5uY87ipwqIfTEDlQtr6W5/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482216538971243170" /></a><br />This is a biker bar/restaurant actually built into a cliff. It is in Tipton Ford, MO, which is about 10 miles outside Joplin.The food was mediocre, but the atmosphere was fun. The back wall of the dining room is the rocky cliff.<br /><br />And here's a picture from the in-laws:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTfQKgfMgJtEr-P8Ftixt4Lm-Q1zGPd6_SDUEILap9KQAHalwIbEaiGrgN-pVSsazM1MV9EpzL1H2gPTA8h-k_D6IjzRViPuAZ0bdIzCT2B8OFYiYkNtF28CgwtDhSOhW13UHk-0f0X_o/s1600/IMG_0178.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/AVvXsEgnTfQKgfMgJtEr-P8Ftixt4Lm-Q1zGPd6_SDUEILap9KQAHalwIbEaiGrgN-pVSsazM1MV9EpzL1H2gPTA8h-k_D6IjzRViPuAZ0bdIzCT2B8OFYiYkNtF28CgwtDhSOhW13UHk-0f0X_o/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482217132677401906" /></a><br />They just moved into a luxury active senior complex. So gorgeous! Ken's preparing a roast for lunch in this shot. It was yummy!Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-55033480455836397572010-06-02T06:15:00.003-05:002010-06-02T06:28:42.053-05:00Long DelayIt's been over a month since I've blogged. To say I've been busy is true, to say I've procrastinated is true, and to say I've been reading about others' lives (FB) is true. For whatever reason, it's time to catch up.<br /><br />April, of course, was when Seth was born so I was in San Antonio for a while. He is precious, but a newborn being what it is, we didn't get much sleep! Now, he's starting to stretch out those night feedings. His only difficulty is he hates to be in the car and screams his head off. Constantly. <br /><br />May has flown by. Alan and I celebrated our 36th anniversary. I am thankful to have a husband who lets me be me. He has been so understanding of my desire to retire, my need to travel to take care of our family members, my ups and downs health-wise. <br /><br />June is shaping up to be busy, also. I am in Missouri now, spending a week with my parents. My in-laws are moving to a new apartment and I'll be going next week to help them get unpacked and settled. The following 2 weeks, I'll be in Kountze 3 days each week helping my friend recuperate from surgery and keep her household (with six kids) running smoothly while hubby is working. <br /><br />Sometime in late June or early July, I'll be back in SA to help my kids move to their first home. It will be fun to see Ian and Seth again. I also have a scrapbooking weekend scheduled plus a visit from Lydia to Palestine. Can't wait to see Caleb!! He has such a cute sense of humor! <br /><br />By the time I rotate through parents, in-laws, and both kids' families, it's time to start again! haha Too bad we're spread over 3 states.<br /><br />But I am so thankful for a loving God who provides for my needs and enables me to do these things. He protects me as I drive, He provides funds for trips, He provides patience with toddlers, and mostly, He provides stamina/energy for the effort needed to be useful.<br /><br />If I don't blog again for a while, you can find me on FB. If my name crosses your mind, say a prayer asking God's sustenance for me. Thanks.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-78102882380528273112010-04-29T21:12:00.004-05:002010-04-29T21:29:11.414-05:00This week's events<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyPpAgq7F-Q0SEJOYPbkiG53BKZdqmNAUfRN7mwzHb_aAckA7GK9YDlQJKu-niu6txMYZkJHfLZmwn8k_yA_A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-9069273582851566862010-04-27T21:16:00.003-05:002010-04-27T21:26:50.297-05:00Family of Four<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuy61mW1qpxYmoqRP9eiscOcaXjpE2MJT3Vjb191wClLj89vitEDiXmtOOkG7dzn611sWHY5i_Pd4GQ9l4OB-IwG3rS6t7o9h6JpE2VVM-eDQNVjYnDq7G9wOGgiSQXslekogLmC3-cfb/s1600/IMG_8064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuy61mW1qpxYmoqRP9eiscOcaXjpE2MJT3Vjb191wClLj89vitEDiXmtOOkG7dzn611sWHY5i_Pd4GQ9l4OB-IwG3rS6t7o9h6JpE2VVM-eDQNVjYnDq7G9wOGgiSQXslekogLmC3-cfb/s320/IMG_8064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465009070828234994" /></a><br />Here is a pic of John, Karen, Ian, and Seth. Ian met Seth today and thinks he's pretty neat. He was very careful to be gentle with the baby and even got to feed him a bottle! He is proud to be the big brother.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-90097624369712542942010-04-26T22:11:00.000-05:002010-04-26T22:12:20.460-05:00Photo of Seth sleeping this evening<a href="http://twitpic.com/1irh0n" title="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/1irh0n.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"></a>Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-88712236214923118942010-04-26T22:05:00.002-05:002010-04-26T22:10:35.826-05:00The Things Ian SaysAfter leaving the hospital this evening, Alan asked me what Ian would eat for supper. I replied, "Chicken and french fries."<br /><br />He said, "standard fare."<br /><br />Ian said, from the back seat, "standard fare!"<br /><br />He constantly amazes us with mimicing the things we say, trying out new words, matching enunciation and tone with us. <br /><br />Today, he took his "backpack" to the "hospital" to see "Baby Seth". He likes ice in his water, dipped his fries into gravy and handed them to me to eat, drank like a big boy from a regular cup, and used a straw properly. <br /><br />He is so fun to be with and, I must say, behaved wonderfully well on this long day. Tomorrow he'll go to Mother's Day Out and then back to the hospital for a short visit with Mommy and Seth.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-81860576554520256992010-04-15T07:28:00.004-05:002010-04-15T07:36:32.824-05:00Long overdue random updateWell, I haven't blogged since February! It's been busy around here, to say the least. <br /><br />Trips to Missouri, San Antonio, and Arkansas have really put the miles on my car. But, oh, how fun! I love seeing family and participating in their lives. Jon's ordination service last Sunday was especially meaningful to me on many levels.<br /><br />Ian and Caleb are growing bigger, talking more, and being more active every day.Their parents are doing such a good job of rearing them. They are such a joy to us.<br /><br />And then the new babies! Seth should make his appearance next week. I got to see a sono done on Newbie2 this week (he's due in Sept). God is so good to bless me with grandchildren.<br /><br />Read a good book yesterday. <span style="font-style:italic;">Ninety Minutes in Heaven</span> by Don Piper. Story of his death and resuscitation, painful trials of recuperation, God's purpose and victory in our lives. Wonderful story!<br /><br />I'm enjoying this week at home getting to do some scrapbooking and random chores before I head to San Antonio next week. Lunch with a friend and a haircut are on the agenda for today. I love retirement!!<br /><br />That's all for now. I'll try to check in more often!Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-9358645991833358002010-02-23T17:03:00.000-06:002010-02-23T17:04:20.682-06:00Snow Day 022310Here are some pics of our house and area in this beautiful snow today:<br /><table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/SnowDay022310?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aZNcsPDEZmU/S4Rd4SONXrE/AAAAAAAAPtg/VF_wXwyxL4o/s160-c/SnowDay022310.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/SnowDay022310?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">snow day 022310</a></td></tr></table><br /><br />Click on the photo to see the album.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-61621447175496803812010-02-22T15:57:00.002-06:002010-02-22T16:02:11.575-06:00Birthday CelebrationsOur family celebrated SIX birthdays this weekend: Ian (2), Lydia (28), Karen (29), Jon (30), John (30), and Grandma (82). This celebration was attended by all of the above plus Alan's parents plus Caleb plus my dad. We had a blast with everyone! As a mom, I can appreciate the trouble it is to travel with toddlers (not to mention being pregnant). I also appreciate Jon changing around his off day to accommodate the schedule, and John giving up an important conference and using a precious off-day (which he's accumulating for the birth of Seth). So many sacrifices were made to make this weekend the best! Who knows when we'll all be together again?<br /><br />Here's a look at some pics:<table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/BirthdayCelebrations?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aZNcsPDEZmU/S4L7Dd1XPJE/AAAAAAAAPjU/tEMCrA9_xw0/s160-c/BirthdayCelebrations.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/BirthdayCelebrations?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">birthday celebrations</a></td></tr></table><br /><br />Click the picture to go to Picasa to see the album.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-19090337708176859222010-01-14T15:56:00.001-06:002010-01-14T15:56:28.769-06:00more photos<table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/CHristmas2009MomSPhotos?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aZNcsPDEZmU/S0-MdbrW_9E/AAAAAAAAO9U/ZxhY6BJR7Uw/s160-c/CHristmas2009MomSPhotos.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/CHristmas2009MomSPhotos?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">CHristmas 2009 mom's photos</a></td></tr></table>Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-67185540077460414152010-01-01T21:09:00.002-06:002010-01-01T21:09:54.017-06:00Christmas 2009 photos<table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/Christmas2009?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aZNcsPDEZmU/Szq-Ew5mRVE/AAAAAAAAOvA/oHsSWLaX4LU/s160-c/Christmas2009.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/Christmas2009?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">Christmas 2009</a></td></tr></table>Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-11920645882565685122009-11-29T23:32:00.003-06:002009-11-29T23:33:53.589-06:00Generations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ45WC4Ojk0FdFFQfwNXYrExqjch4qSEKAB1Z9sFoQxIVocEjwQuiA1v7IDUnvODdb4GzZq0m5q88Z5ZZ70kjY9hYzq34JTwSj362iqPx9TxqOWV-Mf4oI1JrRik2JA8U-C5o9-svZ2nYx/s1600/PB260042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ45WC4Ojk0FdFFQfwNXYrExqjch4qSEKAB1Z9sFoQxIVocEjwQuiA1v7IDUnvODdb4GzZq0m5q88Z5ZZ70kjY9hYzq34JTwSj362iqPx9TxqOWV-Mf4oI1JrRik2JA8U-C5o9-svZ2nYx/s400/PB260042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409765657571950770" /></a><br /><br />I took this photo so I'm not in it, but here are my parents with their grandchildren and great-grandchildren from my side. They had a great time together.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-35554490180816120382009-11-21T07:04:00.003-06:002009-11-21T07:18:31.557-06:00I am Thankful for...I am thankful for my daughter, Lydia, my daughter-in-law, Karen, and my "adopted" daughter, Wanda, who are marvelous, incredible moms. They each have strengths they bring to motherhood, gifts given by God, just for the nurturing of the young lives in their care. I am so proud of the women they have become!<br /><br />This song expresses the truth of their weary days and the reward to follow.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppOJkyYonIg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppOJkyYonIg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-12958682014385064952009-11-11T08:59:00.001-06:002009-11-11T09:00:49.388-06:00National Adoption Day<table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/NationalAdoptionDay?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aZNcsPDEZmU/SvrQoXafpTE/AAAAAAAAN2M/QU3UzsR3dYU/s160-c/NationalAdoptionDay.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/NationalAdoptionDay?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">National Adoption Day</a></td></tr></table><br /><br />Click the photo for more photos of this special ceremony which was held Nov. 10, 2009. I was proud to attend on behalf of the Turmes family.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-32420116956799909522009-10-29T22:12:00.001-05:002009-10-30T14:38:55.469-05:00Vegas!<table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/Vegas?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aZNcsPDEZmU/Sus6VyN3LxE/AAAAAAAANxM/Pjua1Memb9U/s160-c/Vegas.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/prisonprof/Vegas?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">Vegas</a></td></tr></table><br /><br />Click on the photo above to go to my Picasa album.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-38959845584939356412009-09-18T07:41:00.004-05:002009-09-18T07:45:03.650-05:00A Summer's Change<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPzV2CzLB7s6flFw8ovxcncfyn17FvRkS9YCQ_2Lyt0_Tur5JMRGcv-eC6tlIzFNrHQwAtOEkoPhLNr4dJgpc3QhOOgPCi1-rorCaCXXapQqPnXMjPKSO1YJRrVCeb5r0htnSM2o39Zwya/s1600-h/P5260078.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPzV2CzLB7s6flFw8ovxcncfyn17FvRkS9YCQ_2Lyt0_Tur5JMRGcv-eC6tlIzFNrHQwAtOEkoPhLNr4dJgpc3QhOOgPCi1-rorCaCXXapQqPnXMjPKSO1YJRrVCeb5r0htnSM2o39Zwya/s400/P5260078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382787313652394546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTWBz80QJvB8GV2kxdWaYvYSaZopmVV5Lwm-0LgSWy7h_HWhqNBRBeZCCEwQLU3_jrbU8-nW6tl_VLfqT9sc-cgEhhzfEWTpeOOKZWS-ZwYBqEmnmLg06J-8XmqgqS0vMZEfc0ZgPgAgm/s1600-h/IMG_5905.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTWBz80QJvB8GV2kxdWaYvYSaZopmVV5Lwm-0LgSWy7h_HWhqNBRBeZCCEwQLU3_jrbU8-nW6tl_VLfqT9sc-cgEhhzfEWTpeOOKZWS-ZwYBqEmnmLg06J-8XmqgqS0vMZEfc0ZgPgAgm/s400/IMG_5905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382787301789279826" /></a><br />Look at these two photos of Ian to see how much he's changed in 4 months! He's growing so fast!Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-44174074072974625472009-09-12T19:47:00.003-05:002009-09-12T19:49:07.591-05:00Trapped!Caleb crawled into the stool and couldn't figure out how to get out. He was gripping the rungs with his little hands so tightly so he could stand up that he couldn't let go to crawl out! Mama to the rescue!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvyqKb_9fqnukCWiegE6qBwx1Nk_jVHAJ6Dyqwj0ikpd8zyhcuFVJm7EtfdG_YjvE69Ipdqv8Xy74Iu-HYd-KfUozvOKWgvPNHINCezPeV5RGjm3O7tsh9dEfSBq4IpMrrQwxEoI9Gp40/s1600-h/P9100005.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/AVvXsEhgvyqKb_9fqnukCWiegE6qBwx1Nk_jVHAJ6Dyqwj0ikpd8zyhcuFVJm7EtfdG_YjvE69Ipdqv8Xy74Iu-HYd-KfUozvOKWgvPNHINCezPeV5RGjm3O7tsh9dEfSBq4IpMrrQwxEoI9Gp40/s320/P9100005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380747601036983650" /></a>Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-83925683654174321922009-09-08T13:10:00.003-05:002009-09-08T13:12:10.911-05:00Labor Day trip to San Antonio<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fprisonprof%2Falbumid%2F5379153761670522993%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br />click the conversation symbol in the left corner to get the captions too.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-71217983684999114572009-08-31T23:47:00.002-05:002009-08-31T23:48:30.151-05:00Another picture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eQkPT_s30W40258fqKdm3HRnhJ0pTNxkqmrnpP7E9S9XJqRF5B5GI13-uHYRvEbXLpH2Wk0S6JoOk7pCV5Ahd9xo2xS1Ko48U_A8iKAlI0uJ364z5vrjhDWwKO2SwDK5r0UgT4203ZET/s1600-h/P8210015.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/AVvXsEi4eQkPT_s30W40258fqKdm3HRnhJ0pTNxkqmrnpP7E9S9XJqRF5B5GI13-uHYRvEbXLpH2Wk0S6JoOk7pCV5Ahd9xo2xS1Ko48U_A8iKAlI0uJ364z5vrjhDWwKO2SwDK5r0UgT4203ZET/s320/P8210015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376356277855579426" /></a><br />Here'a shot of Lydia enjoying the COOL weather with Grandma and Grandpa on their back porch.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-90257392316514764192009-08-25T14:32:00.007-05:002009-08-25T14:42:59.437-05:00Missouri Trip August 2009Alan, Lydia, Caleb, and I went to Missouri this weekend to visit my parents and brother and sister-in-law. My dad's 83rd birthday, my parents' 62nd wedding anniversary, and my birthday were all celebrated together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUve4J-FQQ70siKkBgnE_VCUEou2mZnAcCr1rvfUMq-8NyZRej6o9Gw5xRbLcqKjovA-cy8Hh94PLT1kcE8FtEQ8Y2gQnklf_ia7RAFTad4d8kgg6IHwyPSRDO5GUBDMDAwk128-qLdxCx/s1600-h/P8220043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUve4J-FQQ70siKkBgnE_VCUEou2mZnAcCr1rvfUMq-8NyZRej6o9Gw5xRbLcqKjovA-cy8Hh94PLT1kcE8FtEQ8Y2gQnklf_ia7RAFTad4d8kgg6IHwyPSRDO5GUBDMDAwk128-qLdxCx/s320/P8220043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373988484072720370" border="0" /></a><br />Caleb figured out how to "climb the mountain" that was Great Uncle George!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVaJfNYiRo11RpEtf3g9keFK-A_L5QwfV42WQqv_C46vL2J2drJs26iok77yZKKK1gjpRYl_RD_wS2M5aUp4mVfWt317JKozcx_GkvDLMN5OmB7AiCdXYrcClFhhKBJD74IPJD50T9VJX/s1600-h/P8220034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVaJfNYiRo11RpEtf3g9keFK-A_L5QwfV42WQqv_C46vL2J2drJs26iok77yZKKK1gjpRYl_RD_wS2M5aUp4mVfWt317JKozcx_GkvDLMN5OmB7AiCdXYrcClFhhKBJD74IPJD50T9VJX/s320/P8220034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373988165032828530" border="0" /></a><br />He loved seeing Molly although she wasn't as happy to see him! Great Aunt Mary read to Caleb and helped him play with Molly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GJf0r4d5MRqQLOwrVKzigi8d3zuQP7hyv3MGMP5en7XpYlhiSB30pdb4drMwu41Rcr4spMbtDEcrxmFunptaiD-vGYeuZTWpXkOCUNif_6amOz1b8WfMIvs31asu5JDaDVuNMZmRs6GJ/s1600-h/P8220029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GJf0r4d5MRqQLOwrVKzigi8d3zuQP7hyv3MGMP5en7XpYlhiSB30pdb4drMwu41Rcr4spMbtDEcrxmFunptaiD-vGYeuZTWpXkOCUNif_6amOz1b8WfMIvs31asu5JDaDVuNMZmRs6GJ/s320/P8220029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373987825814108050" border="0" /></a><br />He shared a laugh with Great Grandpa.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFH6u2qbpGBFDuzNC9ab1zMFAc5wp5BiyyemnZ5IwtV5_EC4DhTtePiYlYTqlD7kTj93DpSNzX8Mfu_pF_hjrZWK54qIA34yqsmqpia1lF0lt7wKPsYplFDbdMtJQa_d39ixldA5TRqKsN/s1600-h/P8220027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFH6u2qbpGBFDuzNC9ab1zMFAc5wp5BiyyemnZ5IwtV5_EC4DhTtePiYlYTqlD7kTj93DpSNzX8Mfu_pF_hjrZWK54qIA34yqsmqpia1lF0lt7wKPsYplFDbdMtJQa_d39ixldA5TRqKsN/s320/P8220027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373987345048639218" border="0" /></a><br />He explored the dishwasher while Great Grandma cleaned up the kitchen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_7AGIpseDnNEcrN0ejiAnzuveJpLz-QvidoI_MlaPwHKB125T3YxfZ3GFKJ9oApzT-a3iLbcsXB13W3jwne1T6xz2zlUB9HFONwG9h7O81HFZaSdRyHp18qjdQB7_TggqzFo-QrIOIezq/s1600-h/P8200004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_7AGIpseDnNEcrN0ejiAnzuveJpLz-QvidoI_MlaPwHKB125T3YxfZ3GFKJ9oApzT-a3iLbcsXB13W3jwne1T6xz2zlUB9HFONwG9h7O81HFZaSdRyHp18qjdQB7_TggqzFo-QrIOIezq/s320/P8200004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373987046962793922" border="0" /></a><br />He sat at the big table with us to eat meals. He ate everything in sight!<br /><br />Caleb was a charmer and made a big hit with everyone this weekend.Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-62550328457069799442009-08-13T10:53:00.002-05:002009-08-13T10:54:36.982-05:00When I Said I DoI don't listen to country music so I wasn't familiar with this love song from Clint Black. Diana and Kim sang this duet at their wedding last Saturday, and I was hooked on this song. Enjoy!<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XoZC0Lkji2A&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XoZC0Lkji2A&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-31258314445059058862009-08-05T10:12:00.004-05:002009-08-05T10:22:11.231-05:00CalebHere are some recent pictures of Caleb. He's just learning to vocalize. This kid loves to shriek!! Yep, that sweet face will turn red, the lower lip quivers, then a high-pitched shriek erupts. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPFvMUUNxCxY0hAj5SHqGieFFyy6JSDycFw_kMTMcWE3QBn7RS0O3kwVBaFAIV_mAQVpqobNIE5J__rQ9OsfmB3d0aDOADeV-mzW-G1qYGq27ix_EcjCyr_cnn_DIY8zHccAUXXeNrhMO/s1600-h/IMG_1463.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPFvMUUNxCxY0hAj5SHqGieFFyy6JSDycFw_kMTMcWE3QBn7RS0O3kwVBaFAIV_mAQVpqobNIE5J__rQ9OsfmB3d0aDOADeV-mzW-G1qYGq27ix_EcjCyr_cnn_DIY8zHccAUXXeNrhMO/s320/IMG_1463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366499490650740610" border="0" /></a>However, there are also shrieks of joy. In that case, he grins so big, opens his mouth and wiggles all over as the shriek erupts. Ear-splitting volume. High pitch. Energy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3-3SIXleMvi8u9bBg5zlP61-jjkzBJCSDUXBPNIasvi_BEJ6k3z1DW3k1bwL6VO4munbMFHooUsaHQIYuB3l92oXMo_mTSeFrFfLIvCICfraT2IkphxusKL7lfmISvVgUvfgeaVLvB-g/s1600-h/IMG_1205.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3-3SIXleMvi8u9bBg5zlP61-jjkzBJCSDUXBPNIasvi_BEJ6k3z1DW3k1bwL6VO4munbMFHooUsaHQIYuB3l92oXMo_mTSeFrFfLIvCICfraT2IkphxusKL7lfmISvVgUvfgeaVLvB-g/s320/IMG_1205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366498701319378050" border="0" /></a>Mostly, though, the trick is figuring out which is the happy shriek and which is the angry shriek because they can change immediately. Both ways. Back and forth.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSOtw6tnt0YH19w_uO3GEnzPMVrG2TmIUM8rIXmUjWKP3bUt6qGr0pR38T20MXhkHrZgqo-1ieXJwm3LyQrrtHE_7WO9DW5i7NTxwfTSDDCn9hAVAKF6bfw5-MYhJdkj3JPkhMSgxYtqN/s1600-h/P7250031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSOtw6tnt0YH19w_uO3GEnzPMVrG2TmIUM8rIXmUjWKP3bUt6qGr0pR38T20MXhkHrZgqo-1ieXJwm3LyQrrtHE_7WO9DW5i7NTxwfTSDDCn9hAVAKF6bfw5-MYhJdkj3JPkhMSgxYtqN/s320/P7250031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366498288933619186" border="0" /></a>Gotta love this face. I'm glad he's found his voice. I can't wait till he can say "Grandma."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Zop2W7MOlj-7q-Uaz_ggEMZmQFCv8MG4vVb9F5liEITSdLTXEjCquO3y0d69xw4Y4rtAPHmWxmSBU54x8L9lKk0Q23DDWY6i1q58kRrHWO6Y-a-u5YsecSLaZPHdmLjDMD7LxXsWDgak/s1600-h/IMG_1134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Zop2W7MOlj-7q-Uaz_ggEMZmQFCv8MG4vVb9F5liEITSdLTXEjCquO3y0d69xw4Y4rtAPHmWxmSBU54x8L9lKk0Q23DDWY6i1q58kRrHWO6Y-a-u5YsecSLaZPHdmLjDMD7LxXsWDgak/s320/IMG_1134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366498002364156818" border="0" /></a>Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937197057222824760.post-30864298103477003772009-08-04T09:46:00.005-05:002009-08-04T09:54:13.848-05:00Ian's visit to our House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65MGxYx9ircfPnH5d0PTGKpD9PPUjWVcxoSIp5gZICNggiVBifwEVKmKt_5hHqBzRoitTeQKYq7mMErMxZ2cUQbK84TrJE9FGHfMhViX4TS3BEu03ERKun0iR6PoIbdPfL_hvvCMvAu97/s1600-h/P7300009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65MGxYx9ircfPnH5d0PTGKpD9PPUjWVcxoSIp5gZICNggiVBifwEVKmKt_5hHqBzRoitTeQKYq7mMErMxZ2cUQbK84TrJE9FGHfMhViX4TS3BEu03ERKun0iR6PoIbdPfL_hvvCMvAu97/s320/P7300009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366121408207548274" border="0" /></a><br />Ian had fun at our house. He used the electric broom on the rugs,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9MbH-i3z7P2e4_-JZLByevE-SWxx7Wcq5PBuFJLItRRSLxMen68VkGFVZNAX9ZPCt4nimEQCf5XyelcS6BHTaRl7iiJdmSgwFOrvAI-VriUe-6B9oLAo3EBNbhveK90HQszSp0vfa1NZ/s1600-h/P7300013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9MbH-i3z7P2e4_-JZLByevE-SWxx7Wcq5PBuFJLItRRSLxMen68VkGFVZNAX9ZPCt4nimEQCf5XyelcS6BHTaRl7iiJdmSgwFOrvAI-VriUe-6B9oLAo3EBNbhveK90HQszSp0vfa1NZ/s320/P7300013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366121141994158562" border="0" /></a>worked so much he slept well,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTdyWAFRizJXayR3z2_i8VINJbCZ9zee660qU71BovvF8GtWn4qlJpinsdHwwH8B5fxphhTai1TAwRn7RAzAFhDwL1O8ouXICWlXM-lwHCx9wUh-WYEnjqujQTRDKySFZlMEwvjVZgDZoU/s1600-h/P7300016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTdyWAFRizJXayR3z2_i8VINJbCZ9zee660qU71BovvF8GtWn4qlJpinsdHwwH8B5fxphhTai1TAwRn7RAzAFhDwL1O8ouXICWlXM-lwHCx9wUh-WYEnjqujQTRDKySFZlMEwvjVZgDZoU/s320/P7300016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366120906806416050" border="0" /></a>ate LOTS of applesauce,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLg2EoTqYS1-M6DYjv_6RvTt7hiIoXcYh0A-iiWYqXPEb7COgLG_TJe47Vfn_xGOdSzHIijvhNc-aI6xE3UVHkalEXWVDqcfixhJ4Uy5XNMDTSBvUq98ltJeHvvzTRWhTy5aDQbmxHa0fb/s1600-h/P7300021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLg2EoTqYS1-M6DYjv_6RvTt7hiIoXcYh0A-iiWYqXPEb7COgLG_TJe47Vfn_xGOdSzHIijvhNc-aI6xE3UVHkalEXWVDqcfixhJ4Uy5XNMDTSBvUq98ltJeHvvzTRWhTy5aDQbmxHa0fb/s320/P7300021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366120661659725106" border="0" /></a>played with the cat,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_a2X45dCI40QqmaxvzY8NF-4UhkZwsfuxL3tQkkwt9TqCTbT_RAi-0vOhSL71CQTIG8dxD_Dx_BS7Zyg4BE8cUl7xbM08i-OHGT83FNN69wF2TjNM8v7T9m8H0XstogWT9F1K55ySB2t/s1600-h/P7310032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_a2X45dCI40QqmaxvzY8NF-4UhkZwsfuxL3tQkkwt9TqCTbT_RAi-0vOhSL71CQTIG8dxD_Dx_BS7Zyg4BE8cUl7xbM08i-OHGT83FNN69wF2TjNM8v7T9m8H0XstogWT9F1K55ySB2t/s320/P7310032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366120453624010594" border="0" /></a>and explored the outdoors with Grandpa. He especially loved the wind chimes, the mantel clock chimes, and the piano. I think he loves music!! We had such a good time with him. I can't wait until Caleb is old enough to spend the weekend at our house, too!Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388372093890982397noreply@blogger.com2