tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65033098284195040192024-03-05T19:46:52.226-08:00pierce baby projectRose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.comBlogger457125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-43661679804736126212013-05-17T20:26:00.001-07:002013-05-17T20:26:48.381-07:00Discovering the Los Angeles Arboretum {in Pictures}<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2013/05/discovering-los-angeles-arboretum-in.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p>When Harrison was a toddler he would regularly ask, “What fun adventure will we do today!?” <br />No pressure there.</p> <p>As he got older and our schedules got busier and busier, it became more difficult, eventually he stopped asking; but there’s always room for adventures and I still try to get us out on them as often as possible – luckily <em>he’s</em> <strong>still</strong> a willing party. </p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmNnmmCSibVRhZ6n8yYCpGF0Q_Slag0oGN9nPboHcj4_XsxD2vuq8glkSpsqfAVat_AcTtagPLma0DT0uoT5S2Q4wjtQtlwtNKIhxOkPlckcT2jkej-h1Y7RFO-Kcn90kUeBAPalY4Xo/s1600-h/IMG_9803%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9803" border="0" alt="Queen Anne House" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yOmgScNu1VE/UZb0blkndhI/AAAAAAAAGVg/5n-L6tZYEgU/IMG_9803_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p>One of my favorite childhood memories is visiting the <a href="http://www.arboretum.org">Los Angeles Arboretum</a> during an extended stay in California with my grandmother  (I went in depth about the experience on my blog, <a href="http://blog.justaddcolorphotography.com/2013/05/when-past-and-present-collide-photo.html">A Little White Space</a>). </p> <p>On a whim one day, I decided it was finally time to take Harrison to the Arboretum; after all I had good intentions of venturing there for years… However the thought of an almost hour-long drive, through the heart of Los Angeles, with a boy who hates being on freeways… well you can get the picture.  </p> <p>However, I was set on it, I checked their website and saw that their annual Wild West Days was coming up, so I waited a week and off we went.  </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zQ3DA7cAD68/UZb0cRTA2WI/AAAAAAAAGVo/-MG0xGtRXlI/s1600-h/Arboretum%252520collage1%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Arboretum collage1" border="0" alt="Arboretum collage1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AaAbjosxl3g/UZb0dCIrOpI/AAAAAAAAGVw/rZQX6kqevwc/Arboretum%252520collage1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6Wx-OXNiQow/UZb0d_YXM_I/AAAAAAAAGV4/qPD6ypn55jc/s1600-h/IMG_97224.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9722" border="0" alt="LA Arboretum" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hIRINDdp9Dw/UZb0ev1hkVI/AAAAAAAAGWA/DulqxyElBzs/IMG_9722_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p>The gardens are beautiful, and peaceful and it took all of one minute for Harrison to take off in several different directions trying to take everything in and choose which path to take first.  </p> <p align="left">Then we discovered the peacocks. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-nFHxEYoUOiY/UZb0fkR8YhI/AAAAAAAAGWI/ONt0YBf1jk4/s1600-h/IMG_97384.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9738" border="0" alt="IMG_9738" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-e_Q37Kqkhzc/UZb0gfKY5wI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/Ew129RDLK1E/IMG_9738_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-AHoEIiR74lg/UZb0horCiSI/AAAAAAAAGWY/ycP2B-BNn2g/s1600-h/IMG_97544.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9754" border="0" alt="IMG_9754" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mu7cR-f_EfU/UZb0ipxlOzI/AAAAAAAAGWg/jILFXxO29xs/IMG_9754_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="440" /></a>  <br /><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_KtF8TaQvWg/UZb0jROd1KI/AAAAAAAAGWo/glC3aM1e4js/s1600-h/Arboretum%252520collage2%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Arboretum collage2" border="0" alt="Arboretum collage2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Rr_JI_Vb-Jc/UZb0kdJc4vI/AAAAAAAAGWw/m3g5s38f2SE/Arboretum%252520collage2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="689" /></a></p> <p align="left">And soon after, the huge geese; one of which went charging toward him as we walked through the grass! </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--VC_fajpn8M/UZb0lSlpfVI/AAAAAAAAGW4/2EbRM6-x5dg/s1600-h/IMG_9772%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9772" border="0" alt="LA Arboretum" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Qc9UB97WT1s/UZb0mLdVT4I/AAAAAAAAGXA/488fallDO_A/IMG_9772_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fyOb-AoMcaQ/UZb0moj417I/AAAAAAAAGXI/8R9xDSOCYqI/s1600-h/arboretum%252520diptych%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="arboretum diptych" border="0" alt="arboretum diptych" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--jYEs43tyVU/UZb0nLWO32I/AAAAAAAAGXQ/KyQ38KoHTas/arboretum%252520diptych_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="213" /></a></p> <p align="left">Not to mention the giant fish in the lake along with the turtles and ducks…</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Q9GAWv5KsHU/UZb0oHGIWhI/AAAAAAAAGXY/BJVaWOfQNZg/s1600-h/IMG_9776%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9776" border="0" alt="LA Arboretum" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WzfvWZevA3g/UZb0otc2aAI/AAAAAAAAGXg/n4zC9uQ5Pno/IMG_9776_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p align="left">“<font size="3">Fish-zilla</font>”, as Harrison referred to them, “<em>I learned about these on the news, the news discovered them and they devour everything, and if you bring them out of the water, they get up and go back into it</em>!!” </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-V3leNxHAkD4/UZb0ps5Tw8I/AAAAAAAAGXo/RAFhCTNBmYo/s1600-h/IMG_9779%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9779" border="0" alt="LA Arboretum" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UMokpn9FCks/UZb0qOJa5MI/AAAAAAAAGXw/4Z5me3vnFFU/IMG_9779_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a> <br /><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-z0Wyb9zTY7c/UZb0rHzV5aI/AAAAAAAAGX4/U8caSnIboDY/s1600-h/IMG_9806r5.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9806r" border="0" alt="IMG_9806r" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhywQkVttxpjkqxLPFlgiY6fWL_1mLFf6p_NOn1AS3r5F1WjCv4MtjLck5-sedarq4HiprJRGXVxEf51LtqIwCvlcXdmb7NuI1oxJhJ3IKQqbn2wm4wRilyYpv-nkf11tBliAFDfuPlA4M/?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Z9kkGbNNp-w/UZb0sp6hTlI/AAAAAAAAGYI/hTlNXPbfTg8/s1600-h/IMG_9790%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9790" border="0" alt="<ul> <li>IMG_9790</li> </ul>" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QAFJOXsFFjk/UZb0tSLvrwI/AAAAAAAAGYQ/r5-3pvwAToY/IMG_9790_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JUg5K9B0L_s/UZb0uDD397I/AAAAAAAAGYY/sFyvcP67ZFw/s1600-h/IMG_98075.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9807" border="0" alt="LA Arboretum" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0rKyk245HwQ/UZb0uhTyQII/AAAAAAAAGYg/-OiotuzKC3E/IMG_9807_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /></a>  <br /></p> <p align="left">…and finally the horses. He loved the horses; if I would have allowed him, he would have sat there all day talking to the horses. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-OQlXFo1XhnY/UZb0vlJq9kI/AAAAAAAAGYo/e6xR3ZmTs0k/s1600-h/IMG_9797%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9797" border="0" alt="Arboretum" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ruDxtM6jWZI/UZb0yjchB5I/AAAAAAAAGYw/Od-6KWdRxzs/IMG_9797_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a> <br /><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0OlRfCdyBFc/UZb0zhMqEbI/AAAAAAAAGY4/ETF-EalnxP0/s1600-h/Arboretum%252520collage3%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Arboretum collage3" border="0" alt="Arboretum collage3" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4y5bcJhLlmnjOGzkm_gu39r1X24zZ7GNoky8CKb207p1IaamiZkmAsbIKsM1ETOR22-NxHUr9LQ_TGlvb4qGNh-Zc1hwRl1wqmkjV8CdEMpk7eWcIok_gaRsaSRIadGV1fc-C_ubdvf4/?imgmax=800" width="640" height="776" /></a> <br /></p> <p align="left">While we walked through the grounds and listening to the birds singing and crickets chirping, Harrison said,  “It’s so quiet and peaceful here, I’m jealous of the people who live here!”  </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-nptcrZpkDl0/UZb01QStDhI/AAAAAAAAGZI/coe-W4kbTL0/s1600-h/IMG_98274.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9827" border="0" alt="Arboretum" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hQUUyZeb5So/UZb02EYgQVI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/z_ZM0WwZsJs/IMG_9827_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a> <br /><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-rnRGyszNH-w/UZb02qiGd1I/AAAAAAAAGZY/BAAlaSZ_TKk/s1600-h/IMG_98245.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9824" border="0" alt="IMG_9824" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DZXxVoO6dLM/UZb03Qc3V8I/AAAAAAAAGZg/QUbv3omB5vY/IMG_9824_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-zunrQ7-opzw/UZb04YaVGTI/AAAAAAAAGZo/RDGnPTs0N08/s1600-h/IMG_98214.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9821" border="0" alt="LA Arboretum" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-k3UfmfJ-MxM/UZb04yUdDRI/AAAAAAAAGZw/a_o3nMQdpZA/IMG_9821_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /></a> </p> <p align="left">Right before we left, Harrison bonded with this little guy.  feeding him and talking to him.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-EGH9iBax7JA/UZb05isUkAI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/x-EyOSO1-2M/s1600-h/IMG_98744.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9874" border="0" alt="IMG_9874" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WDVRa6FMP_w/UZb06AL9ZZI/AAAAAAAAGaA/1sv3MGTG_K8/IMG_9874_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dbOjSd9YCmo/UZb068O4mDI/AAAAAAAAGaI/MstRpnq3PvI/s1600-h/IMG_98784.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9878" border="0" alt="LA Arboretum" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fjjS3LtgQ6s/UZb07XfBt6I/AAAAAAAAGaQ/cbaVs9Yi7vQ/IMG_9878_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /></a> <br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3EzNf32NBKQ/UZb08Z7WemI/AAAAAAAAGaY/VCsOVaXUAs0/s1600-h/IMG_98825.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_9882" border="0" alt="Los Angeles Arboretum" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fcF_5-fnbt8/UZb09CS75XI/AAAAAAAAGag/vr_0kzDDRpc/IMG_9882_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p>We’re definitely going back, Harrison is even willing to brave the L.A. traffic for the peace of the Arboretum. </p> <p>After all, he’s wants to visit his pet peacock. <br /><em>Yeah, the one I wouldn’t let him adopt and bring home. </em></p> <p>I’m such a mean mom…</p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-51411554119032912982013-02-14T17:36:00.001-08:002013-02-14T17:36:24.392-08:00Second Grade Valentines Day with Style!<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2013/02/second-grade-valentines-day-with-style.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-w5EPD1PUIEY/UR2Q6I556wI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/uJitoZT685Q/s1600-h/IMG_3204%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3204" border="0" alt="IMG_3204" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2-u1Cnsm2d8/UR2Q67j7DAI/AAAAAAAAGKY/LjMMfXmQb8k/IMG_3204_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="937" /></a></p> <p>I touched on the trials and tribulations of this year’s Valentines cards on <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2013/02/seeing-red-or-how-i-wont-get-best-mom.html">A Little White Space</a>. The road was rocky yesterday – to put it lightly (let’s just say we all woke up on the wrong side of the bed yesterday, even the parakeet had an attitude).  But in the end we pulled off one more year of personalized cards for Harrison’s class – complete with too <em>many</em> pieces of candy in each (maybe I’m still overcompensating for his Kindergarten year with the tiny dime-store valentines and no treats attached – that’s what happens when you come from a private Jewish Preschool and no elementary school experience to blaze the way).  </p> <p>And I confess, after last year’s <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2012/02/great-now-i-have-guilt.html">VERY personalized Valentines</a>, I couldn’t go the store-bought route just yet.  </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-odoNlrADrAc/UR2Q7mMFd-I/AAAAAAAAGKg/tpyRTpuDEJI/s1600-h/valentine%252520card-6948%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="valentine card-6948" border="0" alt="valentine card-6948" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QAwGQ7jLdYM/UR2Q8Ux4JlI/AAAAAAAAGKo/yP2a0Ot1ais/valentine%252520card-6948_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p>After juggling some ideas last week, I headed to <a href="http://pinterest.com/roseytsp/">Pinterest</a> for inspiration.  When I did a search for Valentines cards, every few posts were of a child holding out their hand with a lollypop attached.  So glad I got that out of the way <em>last year</em>!  By the time I was done with Pinterest, I didn’t want to see another pink or red thing in my life EVER.  (…and I still hadn’t settled on an idea.)</p> <p>I finally made a decision with hours to spare.  We went on a mini shoot (that ended up in a parking lot at the end of the day).  No fancy personalization's from Harrison this year, he just signed them and we assembled them. DONE.  </p> <p> </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Y_MKe6n0j30/UR2Q9gIc4PI/AAAAAAAAGKw/HiVdvKQYncU/s1600-h/IMG_3217%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3217" border="0" alt="IMG_3217" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3m37iqKWqTY/UR2Q-EuRIeI/AAAAAAAAGK4/0phO-_sHib4/IMG_3217_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-sgEaX4_T_s4/UR2Q_UDZT_I/AAAAAAAAGLA/JDVqig-J7J4/s1600-h/Diptych%2525204%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Diptych 4" border="0" alt="Diptych 4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-swWpEbqwcp0/UR2Q_9fNLVI/AAAAAAAAGLI/KKHbIy_HZK4/Diptych%2525204_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="381" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwahD6F5vWuG_x5zj1qxIIkx_dWW74jSIgaTtL7IgtRLhnquGU3ZYGvHo9NsC7Z-A5mgV49xvj5UsDwV7RpwxSZqvYfb-KUPkU0JDEkFoo1AfLCFymbZKmIMrZMoKQU9Cr4gOrnVDlvHY/s1600-h/IMG_3248%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3248" border="0" alt="IMG_3248" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VT71grnLMno/UR2RBwFgWQI/AAAAAAAAGLY/wghtGQc00bE/IMG_3248_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p>After everything we went through to get these done, we still had fun<em>. <br />Which isn’t that supposed to be the whole point to begin with? </em></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZvnyEhAErOU/UR2RCZRUmaI/AAAAAAAAGLg/hGLcGPF0chM/s1600-h/IMG_3225%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3225" border="0" alt="IMG_3225" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KYr-3l_rhGM/UR2RDMc3pUI/AAAAAAAAGLo/bZOMBP2y0lY/IMG_3225_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p>When Harrison got home from school today, he showed us his Valentine cards. Not far down was one from a friend… holding a lollypop… <br />I chuckled. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lA87cg-iKCc/UR2REHJbd3I/AAAAAAAAGLw/dLr7t9Oghd4/s1600-h/IMG_3267%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3267" border="0" alt="IMG_3267" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3oPCiIoWJcc/UR2RE9wVWYI/AAAAAAAAGL4/4DwgBgjB_hc/IMG_3267_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p>Been there, done that! <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CkurGI0bAFA/UR2RFXXJozI/AAAAAAAAGMA/xW_Z1JqAMp8/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /></p> <p> </p> <p>Next year we’re rebelling –<font size="3"> Store-bought, Cookie-Cutter, Pre-fab Valentines <strong><em>all the way, Baby</em>! <font size="4">BOOYAH! </font></strong></font></p> <p> </p> <p>Oh, and Happy Valentines Day. </p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-846460774400142122013-01-01T00:07:00.001-08:002013-01-01T08:50:08.002-08:00Three Up, Twelve Times in 2012<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2013/01/three-up-twelve-times-in-2012.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p>2012 is officially over.  </p> <p>Again, it rushed by with lightening speed; and again I wade through a plethora of blog posts that never got published, revisiting our year and being reminded of so many moments I would have forgotten.  </p> <p>This is why I love what I do.  Documenting our daily lives and capturing our memories. </p> <p>So without further ado, here is seven-year-old Harrison in 2012.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MfXBpTA195c/UOKY9Ft8pnI/AAAAAAAAGA4/B1pfJ9S0EMQ/s1600-h/1%252520January%252520Triptych%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="1 January Triptych" border="0" alt="1 January Triptych" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YbWL5JpOKI0/UOKY9xean-I/AAAAAAAAGBA/cSzMvZOATlg/1%252520January%252520Triptych_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MR9e6Zpz3zg/UOKY-QM0u3I/AAAAAAAAGBI/dUZBXP4xCjY/s1600-h/2%252520February%252520Triptych%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2 February Triptych" border="0" alt="2 February Triptych" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_nQ9Ix_rSRk/UOKY-9o7O8I/AAAAAAAAGBQ/JJSxN0C8mLk/2%252520February%252520Triptych_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqGhhp-R6Z0QhnJgAU38-vM_ZmWgxNEhWgPnkBWGmKg2RDjMjzY-kcNafpfTSHCBEOEb89wUL0aPNMNRQ5JCyVaBiBJf2ItDqfEeVxlvapVM7hpJRBFS95J6k6QlOg296ZrYWHvA8ao8/s1600-h/3%252520MarchTriptych%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="3 MarchTriptych" border="0" alt="3 MarchTriptych" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-nAYuCEAaaW0/UOMTvvK7E_I/AAAAAAAAGEs/yT6ztB0T05A/3%252520MarchTriptych_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9MvxYC-md2Q/UOKY_S-bYRI/AAAAAAAAGBY/ZdG2owavbrA/s1600-h/4%252520April%252520Triptych%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="4 April Triptych" border="0" alt="4 April Triptych" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GwLuyy0uTJU/UOKZAFiI9YI/AAAAAAAAGBg/d_K4xwwKuAs/4%252520April%252520Triptych_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-eAdWS79f7Eg/UOKZA7C5z1I/AAAAAAAAGBo/3w4YcxRbHvk/s1600-h/5%252520May%252520Triptych%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="5 May Triptych" border="0" alt="5 May Triptych" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-cXwJ27iBjfY/UOKZBCE6B8I/AAAAAAAAGBw/ZGoZ6MR3DNY/5%252520May%252520Triptych_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-K-paLskUy5c/UOKZB3UwrsI/AAAAAAAAGB4/H7LP5o0Yruc/s1600-h/6%252520June%252520Triptych%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="6 June Triptych" border="0" alt="6 June Triptych" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xD0NcOzaj8c/UOKZCbS5agI/AAAAAAAAGB8/qV9er0wxTfs/6%252520June%252520Triptych_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ILOw_a2b6l0/UOKZC_UnQ1I/AAAAAAAAGCE/vj4GZatr2a8/s1600-h/7%252520July%252520Triptych%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="7 July Triptych" border="0" alt="7 July Triptych" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5VnKQ19jnP0/UOKZDX_rGOI/AAAAAAAAGCM/xZWK9vT5rv0/7%252520July%252520Triptych_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-adiIhhTrz5w/UOKZD2tLCcI/AAAAAAAAGCY/dbumcdvAO0Q/s1600-h/8%252520August%252520Triptych%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="8 August Triptych" border="0" alt="8 August Triptych" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL7S0J6moWQcA4WpP6PSZxZHqSGe30PyLqMCMKjR_aT4bDLPE0QAHNysMfcoCme2aVLcfeCipaZxXwtWnHDp0MRkpc-gTPljJvPG0jLQg1_5aEjKUx_ShOtROqOB2DzrFnabBR5Li7S5E/?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-P051wLiuog8/UOKZGMNNo9I/AAAAAAAAGCo/pYI7NbuikOc/s1600-h/9%252520September%252520Triptych%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="9 September Triptych" border="0" alt="9 September Triptych" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4XI5huCwTw0/UOKZGpTstXI/AAAAAAAAGCw/7fBe3i4OYN8/9%252520September%252520Triptych_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3PsMPJygjd4/UOKZHc38LyI/AAAAAAAAGC4/84FVMYP-vpk/s1600-h/10%252520October%252520Triptych%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="10 October Triptych" border="0" alt="10 October Triptych" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ysruX693q8Y/UOKZH-gPHoI/AAAAAAAAGDA/vvLycAb3xVc/10%252520October%252520Triptych_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-veARc5_ezk0/UOKZInX8VCI/AAAAAAAAGDI/IDBL1IAs-9E/s1600-h/11%252520November%252520Triptych%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="11 November Triptych" border="0" alt="11 November Triptych" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-eo3FI2O6CaI/UOKZJDHKdQI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/H082y_LsUAE/11%252520November%252520Triptych_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-RkF0_Qxv2tA/UOKZJsOqgkI/AAAAAAAAGDY/_iMllrljt_E/s1600-h/12%252520December%252520Triptych%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="12 December Triptych" border="0" alt="12 December Triptych" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yA_ST7VbQK0/UOKZKBg3MwI/AAAAAAAAGDg/YdHRoDLPOtA/12%252520December%252520Triptych_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="271" /></a></p> <p>Hello 2013, can’t wait to see what you have in store for us!  </p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-53047462030346246612012-10-30T21:24:00.001-07:002012-10-30T21:24:35.832-07:00Where Have all His Ghoul Friends Gone?<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2012/10/where-have-all-his-ghoul-friends-gone.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p>Remember Harrison’s <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-story-friday-totally-ghoul-friend.html">Ghoulish Friend</a>?  If not, you can meet him <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-story-friday-totally-ghoul-friend.html">here</a> he’s worth it.  </p> <p>Well, had we ever wondered about what became of him after the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kmart">Blue Light Special</a> was over we now have our answer.</p> <p>I stumbled upon him at the <a href="http://rgcshows.com/rosebowl.aspx">Rose Bowl Flea Market</a>- <em>literally</em>. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-9Q1V0gTK24o/UJCn-F9gUpI/AAAAAAAAF80/UaNyyYGbkec/s1600-h/Dreyer-6963%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Dreyer-6963" border="0" alt="Dreyer-6963" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tWDY0EKMdVs/UJCn-3Qf3VI/AAAAAAAAF88/2Sg-Lyqxl8Q/Dreyer-6963_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p>On my mom’s day out at the <a href="http://rgcshows.com/rosebowl.aspx">Rose Bowl Flea Market</a> a few months ago, was rounding a corner in the far end of the farthest end of the flea market [true story] and there he was!  <br />Of course, I had to snap a picture for Harrison. </p> <p><a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-story-friday-totally-ghoul-friend.html">Headless Harry</a> sat on the ground still holding his head as if nursing a permanent headache. <br />I don’t blame him based on his current condition. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Lw1VvP3ZUNQ/UJCn_Y2rXAI/AAAAAAAAF9E/lkw0GE0CFJw/s1600-h/Dreyer-6968%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Dreyer-6968" border="0" alt="Dreyer-6968" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-iPn_unPg-xk/UJCoAeLVIxI/AAAAAAAAF9M/liXTq3tDCWw/Dreyer-6968_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p><font size="3"><strong>Poor Headless Harry.</strong>  </font></p> <p><font size="3">Now he’s body-<em>less</em> too. </font></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>All things Halloween 2012 style coming soon!</p> <p><strong><font color="#ffc000" size="5">HAPPY HALLOWEEN! </font></strong></p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-74158865426472150872012-09-12T14:00:00.001-07:002012-09-12T14:02:18.532-07:00Wordless Wednesday Ninja Style!<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2012/09/wordless-wednesday-ninja-style.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p><a href="http://ninjago.lego.com/en-us/Default.aspx">Lego Ninjago</a> is all the rage around here – especially since Harrison stumbled upon it on the <a href="http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/tv_shows/ninjago/index.html?atclk_gn=picker_NINJAGO">Cartoon Network</a>. </p> <p>So it’s wasn’t surprising when the only thing he wanted from out visit to China Town a couple months ago was a Sensei Wu-style hat. <br /><font size="1">(well, at least until he saw the faux nun-chucks on the way to the car that is.)</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GZITwtD4hOg/UFD3_sEui5I/AAAAAAAAFzc/CvsKJlhlRV4/s1600-h/Ninja%252520collage%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; 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He still has <i>those</i> days. <br />
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Only <span style="font-size: large;">Bigger</span>.<br />
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More Wordless Wednesday <a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/62484/wordless-wednesday-ready-for-kindergarten/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=wordless-wednesday-ready-for-kindergarten" target="_blank">here</a>. Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-47808408478242061512012-09-04T01:42:00.001-07:002012-09-05T17:39:51.798-07:00Second Grade<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float: none; margin: 0px; padding: 4px 0px 4px 0px;">
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Today Harrison and I joined some friends at the park. We were there for four hours with them. We haven’t hung out at the park for four hours with multiple families since the Toddler days. <br />
The Toddler days. Sometimes I miss the care-free hours of the Toddler days. <br />As we watched our first, second, third graders play together we reminisced and laughed at similarities in our boys. Apparently, Harrison isn’t the only one who loved <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2007/08/gid-made-me-swear-that-i-would-never.html">wearing high heels</a> as a toddler and the Guy I Dig isn’t the only husband who made his wife promise not to paint his son’s toenails and fingernails. But I already knew that. <br />
Yes, those days are long behind us and last week Harrison officially started Second Grade. Unlike everyone else, I didn’t get the <i>off-to-first-day-of-school</i> picture posted on Facebook that day (or the second, or the third day). <br />In fact, {shamefully as a photographer} I didn’t even REMEMBER to bring the camera until we picked him up in the afternoon! (GASP! I know!)<br />
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However it’s all still worth a picture or six – albeit fashionably late! We got his <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2012/04/hair-today.html">hair cut</a> on Sunday and sent him off to school looking half way presentable on Tuesday. He even has several friends in his class again, including his friend M. below. <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4AMaXzAbJ9E/UEW-6uJXSBI/AAAAAAAAFvo/RqOjdEJTuJM/s1600-h/hair%252520cut%252520and%252520first%252520day%252520of%252520school%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img alt="hair cut and first day of school" border="0" height="808" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-aQ05LNcb0T8/UEW-7UmLr9I/AAAAAAAAFvw/_rDdXd0LkR4/hair%252520cut%252520and%252520first%252520day%252520of%252520school_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="hair cut and first day of school" width="570" /></a>As we start second grade he enjoys reading and read over 50 books this summer – long and short. He finally started piano lessons and began making up songs on the keyboard once again. He did swimming lessons again, 3 weeks for VBS (vacation bible school), a week of soccer camp, a week of Breakwater Camp in the Seaside Lagoon, two weeks of Camp Menorah and a week of Art Camp. As summer was starting he discovered Cartoon Network and with it, Lego Ninjago the series, Beyblade, Pokimon, Scooby Doo, Tom & Jerry and some annoying cartoons that I remind him I don’t like/want him to watch and has to turned off… it’s tough being seven years old. </div>
All-in-all, the first week of school ended with a hug for his new teacher – a good start for the year. <br />
Let’s just hope he’ll still want to hug her after the first test! Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-67722523645795173542012-08-14T23:41:00.001-07:002012-08-14T23:42:01.735-07:00Best Mom Day Ever!<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2012/08/best-mom-day-ever.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p>just one more about those baby teeth.</p> <p>I’ve been telling Harrison for the last two weeks, “wiggle that top tooth", get it out of there.”  I really wanted it to go and then he lost another tooth but it was a <em>bottom</em> tooth.</p> <p>The GID even offered to tie a string to his tooth and attach it to a toy rocket (something they watched on YouTube together), how even he would go for that. </p> <p>Finally, as I was bending down talking to Harrison when I picked him up from camp I suddenly noticed… IT WAS GONE! </p> <p>He’s toothless!  </p> <p>How? A ball hit him in the mouth and he swallowed the tooth! Oops. <br />(<em>and just to clarify, we won’t be looking to retrieve it</em>)</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-y-MhOmJTzWU/UCtEqZdLVoI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/ZRxH7qFfBNQ/s1600-h/Ouch%252520Report063%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Ouch Report063" border="0" alt="Ouch Report063" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PFT9-_LUbh8/UCtEq3UZ7CI/AAAAAAAAFnY/q6khwfbX18k/Ouch%252520Report063_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="687" height="472" /></a></p> <p>I LOVE it! We’ve just crossed another childhood milestone. The toothless grin.</p> <p>And DANG! That boy is cute without those two front teeth!</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DLIvxrqBmVs/UCtErdmeQMI/AAAAAAAAFng/ncbc3L5QeGM/s1600-h/_MG_9106%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="_MG_9106" border="0" alt="_MG_9106" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1VLmZDmD4N0/UCtErvZG_hI/AAAAAAAAFno/LY8mxTFfKGQ/_MG_9106_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="564" height="387" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-D3tTI7feOyw/UCtEsOh4plI/AAAAAAAAFnw/n1rfoD41gtI/s1600-h/_MG_9105%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="_MG_9105" border="0" alt="_MG_9105" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-i6Vxi61s9gg/UCtEsV6P4lI/AAAAAAAAFn4/CQePSgr9QRg/_MG_9105_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="564" height="386" /></a></p> <p align="center">(moppy-head and all)</p> <p>When they’re babies there are milestones we watch in a record -rolling over and sitting up, their first steps and solid foods, first words and potty training. Then as they grow there’s learning new skills, how to ride a bike, learning to read & write and all these moments are intertwined with their first experiences of life – first time they rode in a shopping cart or ate ice cream, sat on Santa’s lap, rode in an airplane or on a bus – the last goes on and on.  But the special milestones, the childhood rites of passage, become fewer and farther between with each birthday. </p> <p>And those baby teeth. <br />They are the last little bit of what he once was, my baby boy.  Although I celebrate the loss of his front teeth, I’m thrilled about their departure, It makes me giddy-happy for him; the Mommy in me will miss the Baby Boy in him when his years finally abandon all things “child”. </p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 448px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:04e21b28-0ba0-48be-a9d4-e1d18250c972" class="wlWriterSmartContent"><div id="c0d8122c-7662-4d06-8325-1d7fdc7e60f1" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rk2Qx2YiogU" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-o1iQ305j5m0/UCtEs53laHI/AAAAAAAAFoI/Dw2nPMR1qNg/videob1d45590406e%25255B23%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('c0d8122c-7662-4d06-8325-1d7fdc7e60f1'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"277\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/rk2Qx2YiogU?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/rk2Qx2YiogU?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"277\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p align="center"> </p> <p>Luckily I still have time.</p> <p><em>And a few more teeth.</em></p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-67343736873057506952012-08-01T00:07:00.003-07:002012-09-05T17:39:15.743-07:00Wordless Wednesday | BicyclingIt was one of those days where he was getting the <a href="http://youtu.be/yevGSrH3SeM" target="_blank">Mean Reds</a> (<span style="font-size: small;"><i>well the child-sized version of the Mean Reds, suddenly you're irritated about everything and you don't know why you're irritated</i></span>)... perfect time to go get some early evening calming, exercise. <br />
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Happy <a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/60460/wordless-wednesday-slide/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=wordless-wednesday-slide" target="_blank">Wordless Wednesday</a>!Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-90724033160820132532012-07-30T22:26:00.000-07:002012-07-30T22:26:52.231-07:00Thirty Eight DollarsThat's what he expected from the tooth fairy for his front, top tooth.<br />
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The tooth fairy has made two visits to our house so far.<br />
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On both occasions, she has successfully left four shiny quarters, {well there was that night <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2011/11/harrison-has-lost-his-second-tooth.html" target="_blank">she forgot to stop by</a> and the disappointment on Harrison's face was heartbreaking as he tapped me awake early in that morning, holding up a tooth-fairy pillow - tooth still snug in the pocket.<br />
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This time we had a slight delay when we couldn't find the tooth-fairy pillow; however, after showing off his tooth to a friend the next day and finding the little purple pillow, he put it next to his bed, ready for the prize.<br />
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She didn't leave quarters this time. No, she left something <span style="font-size: large;"><b>better</b></span> - or so <span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>I</b></i></span> thought.<br />
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Harrison walked out of his room with a frown on his face and held up a Two Dollar Bill.<br />
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"Awesome!" I said, "What's wrong?"<br />
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"It's not 38 dollars." He sadly replied. <br />
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<i>What!?</i> As my eyes spin.<br />
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Reading my dazed and confused expression he adds, "I wanted the Lego Ninjago Cole's Tread Assalt Vehicle from Target." <br />
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<i>And I want a new car.</i><br />
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Good luck with that.<br />
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<br />Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-76022911628789774912012-05-16T12:31:00.000-07:002012-09-05T17:36:26.284-07:00Wordless Wednesday | He Likes It!Baseball season is almost over...<br />
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I think he likes it.
What do you think?<br />
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Link to more Wordless Wednesday <a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/56055/wordless-wednesday-add-your-photo-link-2/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=wordless-wednesday-add-your-photo-link-2" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/56055/wordless-wednesday-add-your-photo-link-2/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=wordless-wednesday-add-your-photo-link-2" target="_blank">here</a><span id="goog_1917586798"></span>! Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-70834318126089461612012-04-25T21:58:00.001-07:002012-04-25T21:58:16.935-07:00{almost} Wordless Wednesday | The Trick Is…<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2012/04/almost-wordless-wednesday-trick-is.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p> </p> <p>Doesn’t he look cool in his catcher gear?</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qhHJvZVz2Uo/T5jVtKYENSI/AAAAAAAAFWQ/Hs-QvPTcnLw/s1600-h/_MG_0857%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="_MG_0857" border="0" alt="_MG_0857" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-9ufU61rdu00/T5jVtqJ2iHI/AAAAAAAAFWY/6K4DKFyDPxk/_MG_0857_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="964" /></a></p> <p>Like he’s been playing ball for a long time.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-XsbHcPQeqXw/T5jVuC1A4II/AAAAAAAAFWg/kKGcG3LolXY/s1600-h/_MG_0931%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="_MG_0931" border="0" alt="_MG_0931" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Rc8TSkuQI_E/T5jVuw1IyYI/AAAAAAAAFWo/3zRoRsm6ESw/_MG_0931_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p>So official, with his mitt up to catch the balls that come in.<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gXzJfLWEpbk/T5jVvoI3cXI/AAAAAAAAFWw/8-5Nb5fqXhQ/s1600-h/_MG_0921%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="_MG_0921" border="0" alt="_MG_0921" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ow0SHp8Fo2A/T5jVwayHMMI/AAAAAAAAFW4/_DvZodPpUS8/_MG_0921_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p>Keeping a neat little pile next to him…</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GEOGwWQdM8g/T5jVw4cbqpI/AAAAAAAAFXA/XUpGKQvoNIs/s1600-h/_MG_0920%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="_MG_0920" border="0" alt="_MG_0920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEVFwxaN_-hNH82X0kSqfkE7Py-OWSwI-c2vAzV1NS8s-ic9iU2VwRusF6dgOtHOrzYJ_rYb5bPKlPtLngxx33exOcJOLjxwv8lAaxLAYX4THZoH9Br7jHUwxOEAASzmO1EAxiz-iVHg/?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UpGUDEg2AoE/T5jVx6h3jBI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/TMm0-eJpNvU/s1600-h/_MG_0871%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="_MG_0871" border="0" alt="_MG_0871" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-lqqk0pCVEFo/T5jVyjz3VOI/AAAAAAAAFXY/t5td5SqJUNI/_MG_0871_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p>Only…</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yNRV_P_kafA/T5jVzbNY5CI/AAAAAAAAFXg/DLwmeOVJlo8/s1600-h/_MG_0893%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="_MG_0893" border="0" alt="_MG_0893" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0hC2QE-X-R4/T5jVzuyT0pI/AAAAAAAAFXo/WzDRN2p4HXw/_MG_0893_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Do98xE49iYk/T5jV0jJ0KHI/AAAAAAAAFXw/Pts6oQimDT0/s1600-h/_MG_0922%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="_MG_0922" border="0" alt="_MG_0922" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cjyhzAKQtao/T5jV1JrnhII/AAAAAAAAFX4/WOo-eHbDSYs/_MG_0922_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-95GyG7WRaD4/T5jV18jx3qI/AAAAAAAAFYA/zHgQ77bDKjI/s1600-h/_MG_0933%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="_MG_0933" border="0" alt="_MG_0933" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WyTEYnRwYZE/T5jV2Tvq_II/AAAAAAAAFYI/TnMjDNpwSpU/_MG_0933_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p>Wouldn’t it work better to catch balls with his eyes open? </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VD9QWQsbaUw/T5jV2zkJOsI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/rb4MPQCjYhs/s1600-h/close-up%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="close-up" border="0" alt="close-up" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gY30GbbLCgY/T5jV3Uyoe-I/AAAAAAAAFYY/P9A82qqv1sk/close-up_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a> <br />That’s what I’m thinking.</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ou_DAZBMHtQ/T5jV39e1VjI/AAAAAAAAFYg/r9LJOR62FvI/s1600-h/Catcher%252520diptych%25255B16%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Catcher diptych" border="0" alt="Catcher diptych" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XMUqe1tGuKk/T5jV4b8KQFI/AAAAAAAAFYo/q3wcqadiGl0/Catcher%252520diptych_thumb%25255B13%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a></p> <p><em>Keep your eyes open to catch the baseballs – yup. That’s the trick.</em></p> <p><em></em></p> <p><font size="1">*Tonight he kept his eyes opened and caught several balls, including a couple great plays on first base getting a couple batters out and received the game ball.</font></p> <p><font size="1">More Wordless Wednesday <a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/55061/wordless-wednesday-prepping-for-new-york/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=wordless-wednesday-prepping-for-new-york">here</a>. </font></p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-10913358026042035722012-04-17T09:47:00.002-07:002012-11-16T17:47:18.206-08:00Hair Today…<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float: none; margin: 0px; padding: 4px 0px 4px 0px;">
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He wasn’t <i>really</i> that thrilled to get a hair cut. <br />
And I admit, I kind of like that long hair – until I look at pictures of his messy, no style ‘do! He is blessed with my hairline (and thickness) that just falls right down into his face.<br />
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It was time.<br />
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So we went to our favorite guy at our local <a href="http://www.floydsbarbershop.com/">Floyd’s Barbershop</a>. Alan has been cutting Harrison’s hair since he was four years old and we adore him (well I adore him, Harrison thinks he’s cool). <br />
To be honest, myself being the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murphy_Brown">Murphy</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvboKEoIoac" id="" previewenabled="true" title="">Brown</a> of hairstylists, I don’t know what I will do if {when} Alan moves on in life. Harrison always walks out with a great cut.<br />
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On the first visit Harrison came up with something to preoccupy his time in the chair (as DVD viewing was no longer an option). He discovered the little, built-in ashtray on the arm of the chair.<br />
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He began scooping up cut hair and shoving it in the ashtray; and to his happy surprise it came out for better ease of use! Three years later, he still scoops up as much hair as possible (which was <b>AH. LOT.</b> this go-round) and smashes it down in the metal container.<br />
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<i>Somehow, I suspect this is as much action as that little ashtray gets all year, seeing as how most indoor public places are smoking-free. </i> <br />
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The hair is cut, the ashtray emptied, the lollipop crunched - and here is the NEW {7-year-old} Harrison.<br />
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Happy Monday!Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-79387436302290252202012-03-04T23:12:00.000-08:002012-09-04T00:14:18.165-07:00Sir Harrison<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2012/03/sir-harrison.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p>This year to celebrate Harrison’s seventh birthday we took him and two of his friends (brothers) to Medieval Times. He promptly announced that he was taking his knight’s armor to be ready for what he may experience. A knight is always ready…</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-M-G3HDPE7-c/UEWqFvBnuZI/AAAAAAAAFsE/uBZvMRS58Uk/s1600-h/MidEvTimes-87504.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="MidEvTimes-8750" border="0" alt="MidEvTimes-8750" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NeRKLtvU5p4/UEWqGVksG0I/AAAAAAAAFsM/AO2zlOmQPgI/MidEvTimes-8750_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6S_xlx_lcLM/UEWqG9omj-I/AAAAAAAAFsU/mPhL1cNRv8Y/s1600-h/MidEvTimes-87354.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="MidEvTimes-8735" border="0" alt="MidEvTimes-8735" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-of7SlYo9a64/UEWqHpVGPcI/AAAAAAAAFsc/pWM4gSpIevY/MidEvTimes-8735_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a> <br />A lot of fun awaited some very excited boys. <br /></p> <p> </p> <p align="left">To start he was knighted in special ceremony. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcZWFvbEud-8U6oxoN2wSk1bb_3ji9vlTx01cq7HzmOiXlNfjavpKTGiro7GnTY-quWZuFSavcPx5OL0FYhzkz1b943WRXgUgkhLEeyg2P3OVP9E33Ce5GVRZGRbJ6nBzxkQJA36UeH0/s1600-h/knighting-15.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; 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This year we <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2012/02/great-now-i-have-guilt.html">made Harrison’s Valentines Day cards</a>, he whet to town drawing on each and every card – unfortunately before he got through the last few cards he came down with a nasty cold. <br />
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Fortunately the last few cards were for the girls, so he drew hearts and flower gardens which seemed to be faster and easier. <br />
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He said to me, “Don’t say that I love <i>so-and-so</i>!” <br />
“What? Why would I say that?” I responded. <br />
(<i>Because I tease him about loving girls every day…<span style="font-size: xx-small;">NOT</span>)</i><br />
He held up a card for me to see and pointing to each said, “Because I drew - one, two, three, four, five, six, SEVEN hearts on her card.” <br />
“<i>Okay.”</i><br />
“She is cute though.” <br />
[pause] <br />
”And nice. <b>But</b> I don’t love her!”<br />
“<i>Okay.”</i><br />
“Okay.” he repeated and continued drawing hearts on the rest of the cards. <br />
Sadly, he didn’t get to pass his cards out today, he stayed home - still sick. <br />
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Earlier today as he looked at a picture of the cards with the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justaddcolor/6839262121/">heart shaped lollipop</a>. He asked what happened to the heart-shaped lollipops. “I <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2012/02/great-now-i-have-guilt.html">threw them away</a> because they are REALLY bad-for-you candy. <br />
“Hey, Wait! Why do you let <b>ME</b> eat the bad-for-me candy!?”<br />
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good point kid.Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-26661882050528370192012-02-09T23:46:00.000-08:002012-02-15T08:44:18.309-08:00From Duke to Duchess | Photo Story FridayHard to believe that it’s been two years since we said <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2009/08/bittersweet-sound-of-silence.html">goodbye</a> to <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-now-word-from-duke-dog-about.html">Duke-the-Dog</a>. However, he is not forgotten in any way. Duke comes up in conversation fairly regularly with Harrison and he is always pining for another dog – most likely named Duke or maybe <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2011/06/carl.html">Carl</a>.<br />
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Then last summer he had a new plan. A parrot. I suppose between all the pirate stories, pirate toys, pirate cartoons, pirate movies and even pirate Legos, he decided on a parrot. <br />
<br />Why a parrot? <br />Because parrots can talk.<br />
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Harrison wanted a talking bird.<br />
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Now, I loved my pet parakeets when I was young, so I was able to quickly talk him into the more manageable size bird. We read about them on the internet and watched YouTube videos of talking parakeets and Harrison even picked out a name, Duke. In memory of Duke-the-Dog.<br />
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Although I was trying to hold out for Christmas or his birthday I found a great bird store that hand feeds and hand raises their parakeets and I took Harrison to see the birds. He immediately picked out a blue, male parakeet (males are more likely to talk than females) and was able to touch and hold it. He was sweet and gentle… and he was sold.<br />
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A month later, we went back to our favorite bird store ready to adopt. Harrison walked to the parakeets and picked out a sweet little yellow female. He was set, she was IT. But Duke no longer fit. Then the G.I.D. offered up '”how about Duchess?”<br />
Duchess it was.<br />
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She’s still a bit shy.<br />
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But we keep working with her, like letting her watch some Disney channel with Harrison.<br />
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We give her the run of the house…<br />
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Yet she always heads back to her “safe place”.<br />
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<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UcDRwbDFynY/TzNqqHZBXBI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/lw_Qg6dHExg/s1600-h/duchess-6438%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img alt="duchess-6438" border="0" height="431" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-C8NJ9yKI0vo/TzNqqbsLiMI/AAAAAAAAE4g/p12dao5mI_c/duchess-6438_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="duchess-6438" width="644" /></a><br />
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And like <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-now-word-from-duke-dog-about.html">Duke-the-Dog</a>, she doesn’t always want her <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-now-word-from-duke-dog-about.html">picture taken</a> and has no qualms about screaming about it.<br />
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<i><b>After </b>I walk away</i>.<br />
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<center><a href="http://betterinbulk.net/tag/give-me-your-best-shot" target="_blank"><img alt="Give me your best shot at Better in Bulk" border="0" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y121/1momof5/08Nov21_gmbs_1-1.jpg" width="125" /></a><a href="http://mychaosmybliss.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="PhotoStory Friday" border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/4235120634_71d9399b5f_o.jpg" /></a> <br />Hosted by <a href="http://mychaosmybliss.com/" target="_blank">Cecily</a> and <a href="http://www.betterinbulk.net/" target="_blank">Lolli</a> </center>Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-66923950972641410832012-02-09T13:19:00.001-08:002012-02-09T13:19:16.727-08:00“Great. Now I have guilt!”<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0Z8HiYcNUJo/TzQ4SQ77fLI/AAAAAAAAE4o/e9Ec47Em-0I/s1600-h/rex%25255B4%25255D.gif"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="rex" border="0" alt="rex" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ywDkVKa77LE/TzQ4Sjm1NGI/AAAAAAAAE4w/JI2K4nDw2_E/rex_thumb%25255B2%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="331" height="320" /></a></p> <p>I love Toy Story, don’t you? And Rex is the best… well, I love all the main characters. Although <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/">Harrison</a> gave his Mr. Potato Head away because he said Mr. Potato Head has bad behavior and isn’t always nice. <br />As usual, I digress.</p> <p>Back to my <font size="4">guilt</font>.</p> <p>Last week I started Harrison’s valentines for his class. I planned to get <a href="http://www.traderjoes.com/">Trader Joe’s</a> Organic Lollipops, but I was rushing and happened to be at Target where I spotted some heart-shaped lollipops on the cheap. </p> <p>On the cheap. <br />Translation: <em>filled with high fructose corn syrups and, more so, several artificial colors and preservatives that I can’t announce and would never endorse.</em>  Plus there was my internal voice saying “<font size="4">WHAT?!!!</font>”, that I was ignoring with a figurative <font size="4"><em>hands-over-the-ears-saying “la-la-la-la… I can’t hear you!!” </em></font>motion. (I learned that from a college boyfriend who did that to me once – literally. [WHAT?!] But that’s another story.) <br />Anyway, I bought them and moved on.</p> <a title="366-37 by roseytsp, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justaddcolor/6839262121/"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" alt="366-37" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7173/6839262121_78a8f9f4d3_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" /></a> <p>Then, earlier this week, I was reminded about the evils of food dyes when I posted an <a href="http://www.alternet.org/food/147793/why_is_the_food_industry_pumping_food_dyes_that_cause_cancer_into_our_food/">article</a> about the subject on my Facebook wall. That’s when I felt it, I looked at that pile of valentine cards with a shoulder-slumping sigh of defeat. That was not what I planned, heart-shaped or not, I can’t in good conscious give a candy to another child that I wouldn’t give to my own. (Even though I let Harrison try one – DOH! Maybe that’s why he was hyper the other night.) </p> <p>Food coloring dye. Maybe you have heard of <a href="http://www.red40.com/pages/chemistry.html">Red #40</a> and are familiar with the studies on the effect of [petroleum based] food dyes on children’s behavior, especially children with ADHD. I first heard about the effects of red#40 from a friend while at Disneyland in 2008, she asked me, “Do you notice a difference in Harrison’s behavior when he consumes food with red#40?” “No”, I answered. She responded by telling methat it’s in everything including Kraft Mac and Cheese. I thought for a moment and realized I hadn’t bought Kraft Mac&Cheese for some time. I went home that night and looked through my cabinets and I discovered I no longer buy most name brand packaged foods.  […reason why I suck at collecting those silly <a href="http://www.boxtops4education.com/">Box Tops</a>.]</p> <p>Fast forward to today and the ongoing war against food dye, while the <a href="http://www.npr.org/2011/03/30/134962888/fda-probes-link-between-food-dyes-kids-behavior">FDA</a> has recently concluded that there is not enough evidence to link food dye with hyperactivity and voted not to add warning labels to ingredients, <a href="http://arksoaper.wordpress.com/2008/10/13/the-dangers-of-red-food-dye-40/">others beg</a> <a href="http://notnowimonsensoryoverload.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-deal-with-red-dye-40.html">to differ</a> including the <a href="http://www.cspinet.org/new/201006291.html">CSPI</a>.  Even the <a href="http://www.tampabay.com/features/consumer/article636211.ece">UK removed</a> artificial dyes from the food beginning as early as 2008. </p> <p>Consider this from the CSPI: <br /><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9eSv_qaBtvI/TzQ4SxmUNnI/AAAAAAAAE44/zso-WZB86Vc/s1600-h/nutri-grain%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="nutri-grain" border="0" alt="nutri-grain" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4ie04lU4ouEerfSqIexulkqtck56w6bgp-nWIvryg0i-aBS31NMFX0OWP_DilIorh-yBBoMiNmQUbEtDtQUmQaQCTBqQO9lPMwQn0T4J8_-LEEFpj-qVWrgmEjHKhbljzgFl0yTPxNY/?imgmax=800" width="450" height="285" /></a></p> <p>On <em>my</em> Facebook page alone, a friend brought up that her son is allergic to all synthetic food dyes, which is <strong>in EVERYTHING</strong> from our food (including fresh fruit) to our clothing. I’ve heard stories from friends about the change in behavior they observed when they cut out the artificial colors and preservatives from their child’s diet.  But my other concern is that most of these dyes are more carcinogenic than once thought to be.  Why do we continue to fill our bodies with petroleum based preservatives? It doesn’t even sound appealing!  </p> <p>And I’m not even going to start on High Fructose Corn Syrup, that’s another entire can of worms. <br />But think about this – HFCS and food coloring started to be used in mass in the 1970’s, less than two decades we began to see a shift in the health and weight of our children and now we are in an obesity epidemic. </p> <p>Just to keep it real, I am not perfect and I’m not a food Nazi either. We do consume HTCS and food colors when were out and about it can’t always be avoided, but I don’t buy products with those ingredients. It’s one of my baby steps to better eating along with <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-had-me-at-fresh.html">better planning</a> and <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2012/01/they-had-me-at-fresh-part-ii.html">fresh ingredients</a>. </p> <p>So when Harrison takes his completed Valentines cards with a little treat attached to school next week, I will  have <strong><font size="4">no guilt</font></strong>.  <br />Next to a home baked goodie, it’s a treat that a mom can be proud of giving. <br />Okay, I’m pushing now.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NEiHnPIVM_k/TzQ4Tbop94I/AAAAAAAAE5I/IBo74sjj0BU/s1600-h/valentine%252520card-6944%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="valentine card-6944" border="0" alt="valentine card-6944" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-sVZnhPmr6Zk/TzQ4T-pUq1I/AAAAAAAAE5Q/TepY4I39g0E/valentine%252520card-6944_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WCefaHPpb_0/TzQ4UV5expI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/Dl_qAInaEmM/s1600-h/valentine%252520card%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="valentine card" border="0" alt="valentine card" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hi4Lfzp7NtE/TzQ4U3pyw0I/AAAAAAAAE5g/AtojdloWyK0/valentine%252520card_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /></a></p> <p>But even a 1st Grader can pronounce <strong><em>every</em> ingredient</strong> on this lollipop label. </p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-13339501054166569732012-02-07T11:57:00.000-08:002012-02-08T00:08:41.614-08:00The Next Best Thing<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float: none; margin: 0px; padding: 4px 0px 4px 0px;">
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Yes, some days I hate living in a condo. <br />
Because honestly, some days I just don’t feel like going down to the nearest park for outside time.<br />
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Some days <i>Harrison</i> hates living in a condo. <br />
Not because I won’t go down to the park for outside time.<br />
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No. <br />
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Because he wants a tree house. <br />
And why not, he’s a boy.<br />
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Heck, <i>I wanted a tree house</i> when I was a kid… and I’m a <i>girl</i>.<br />
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Anyway, this summer I did the next best thing I could do, I went to Home Depot, picked up some wood and put together a portable tent, all for less than $10. I’m so handy - I even drilled the holes in the wood for bolts so I could fold it and move it when need be (I guess those Theater set building classes in college finally paid off)!<br />
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It’s a little big for inside this home, however we had to give it a test run. <br />
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Then we set it up outside on the deck. Yup. I used a curtain rod to hold up the fabric (which I already had).<br />
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After some select toys, pillows, blanket and twinkle lights, he was set.<br />
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He spent hours out there… until the rain set in a couple months later and we had to take it down for the season.<br />
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Back yards and tree houses are highly overrated anyway.<br />
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<b><i>Not Really.</i></b><br />
<br />Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-53712656576850735272012-02-03T16:36:00.001-08:002012-02-08T09:56:37.889-08:00Linked | Sleep and the Big Blue Blanket<p> </p> <p>What is it with us moms and our sleeping babies? No, he’s not a baby any longer; but like so many other moms feel, he’ll always be my ‘baby boy’. So how could I deny the  rare opportunity capture the sleeping boy one afternoon.</p> <p>I love these quiet moments when all is well with the world. When I just look at him and sigh.</p> <p>He came home from school this day, asked for a snack and announced he was going to take a nap. A nap that lasted almost 3 hours. A nap that doesn’t happen often.</p> <p>A nap cocooned in his Big Blue Blanket. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tQ-06lxTMcY/Tyx9hnq9LMI/AAAAAAAAE0o/8YqBLvRQBEo/s1600-h/IMG_4196%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_4196" border="0" alt="IMG_4196" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qDQhaPIxt8g/Tyx9h8EVQdI/AAAAAAAAE0w/nqnxm-p1woE/IMG_4196_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p>I bought the blanket on clearance at Target ( I love Target) to use as a throw blanket for our old, beloved <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justaddcolor/3228297512/">blue sofa</a> right before Harrison was born. <br /><em>I think we love that sofa almost as much as our blue </em><a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-knew.html"><em>rocking chair</em></a><em>.</em> <em>Maybe because it’s one of the first pieces of furniture we purchased as a married couple. You would start to think we’re hoarders or have a thing about the color blue. No, not really… on either count.</em></p> <p>Harrison didn’t have a comfort item when he was tiny which was quite challenging. Until he discovered the Big Blue Blanket. (as it is now called) around two-years-old. The blanket has not been very far from him ever since. It’s even made <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/search/label/Big%20Blue%20Blanket">several appearances</a> on the blog and flown half way across the nation multiple times over the last couple years.</p> <p>I know the days are numbered for both the ‘boy’ as he is now and the blanket… <em>which is starting to show it’s wear - not unlike an much-loved stuffed animal</em>. </p> <p>In the mean time, there he lay, on the sofa, sound asleep, happily wrapped in his Big Blue Blanket.  Perfect, beautiful, peaceful. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-j7AbIkg5-O4/Tyx9iQJHf4I/AAAAAAAAE04/kq1Mq1IOcRs/s1600-h/IMG_4192%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_4192" border="0" alt="IMG_4192" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CsXGOkfBO8Y/Tyx9itK_MQI/AAAAAAAAE1A/hCqriDGTUbE/IMG_4192_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p>I love these sweet quiet moments…</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-XGR5nTBUx2E/Tyx9i4bqnOI/AAAAAAAAE1I/EDUkuk195L4/s1600-h/IMG_4198%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_4198" border="0" alt="IMG_4198" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ORJT8dw9RrM/Tyx9jM15ZDI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/u2b_RFeqoPQ/IMG_4198_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p>I still remember the day I noticed those <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/search?q=freckles">freckles</a> appear and I LOVE those little eyelashes. Sigh.</p> <p> </p> <p>Such a peace to this sleeping boy. <br /></p> <p>Of course then he wakes up and it’s ‘Game On!’ once again.</p> <p><em>Never a Dull Moment.</em></p> <p><em></em></p> <p> </p> <p>Get linked each week this year with: <a href="http://www.tmorrisphotography.com/">Tracey</a>, <a href="http://sdanddoublee.blogspot.com/">Stacey</a>, <a href="http://www.michellesidles.com/">Michelle</a>, <a href="http://heathermoll.typepad.com/running_the_race/">Heather</a>, <a href="http://justaminutelife.blogspot.com/">Andrea</a>, <a href="http://jenndispiritophotography.com/">Jenn,</a> <a href="http://allthethingswearejournal.blogspot.com/">Jessica</a>, <a href="http://kristinconk.blogspot.com/">Kristin</a>, <a href="http://www.sarahaynesblog.com/">Sara</a>, <a href="http://zeldamom.blogspot.com/">Janet</a>, <a href="http://www.leslistreets.typepad.com/">Lesli</a>, <a href="http://www.thekelleysbaby.blogspot.com/">Amanda</a>, <a href="http://threesmycrowd.blogspot.com/">Amanda</a>, <a href="http://theliesters.blogspot.com/">Naomi, </a><a href="http://thefindingofme.com/">Tracey</a>, <a href="http://rhondasteed.com/">Rhonda</a>, <a href="http://knudson3.blogspot.com/">Carla</a>, <a href="http://mom2memphisandruby.blogspot.com/">Lena</a>, <a href="http://heatherabbott.typepad.com/my_life/">HeatherA</a></p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-57038697691171836842012-01-25T00:00:00.000-08:002012-01-25T00:00:05.541-08:00Harrison and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--HEtbUMGvBo/Tx5mWdFAd1I/AAAAAAAAEx4/52DmnBRwYT4/s1600-h/Keenan-5798%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Keenan-5798" border="0" alt="Keenan-5798" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0EMTq9Hf_zQ/Tx5mW0p201I/AAAAAAAAEyA/nhIcQgRXkK4/Keenan-5798_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="514" /></a></p> <p>Harrison woke up on Monday and it was raining. He doesn’t like the rain. He gets wet in the rain. And when he got to the table to eat breakfast, he was greeted with a waffle and hash brown patty instead of pancakes. Waffles give him heart burn.</p> <p>“Waffles don’t give you heart burn.” I responded. </p> <p><strong>“They do today”.</strong> He answered.</p> <p>On the way out the door I gave him a different umbrella, it’s doesn’t open automatically – the other one opens automatically.  The other one has to spokes sticking out, I don’t want him poking some kid’s eye out. I got a heavy sigh and frown.</p> <p>At school, he got in trouble for not listening –<strong> “twice”</strong>, he announced. </p> <p><strong>“I was telling friend #1 not to sit on the square because something yucky was on it, eeww! Then the teacher told me I needed to listen.”</strong></p> <p><strong>“Later on friend #2 wouldn’t move forward, he’s supposed to move forward! I told him he has to move forward – the teacher told <em>me</em> I have to stop talking and listen.”</strong></p> <p>During recess Harrison fell and scraped his knee. He told me that it REALLY stung but “<strong>there are only two reasons you can go to the nurse -  if your bone is sticking out this way</strong> (<font size="1">as he twists his wrist into an unnatural position</font>) <strong>or if you’re bleeding</strong>”. </p> <p><strong>“I wasn’t bleeding.”</strong> He huffs.</p> <p>Then at the end of the day friend #3 jumped in a puddle, kicked water toward him and got his socks wet. He had to walk home in wet socks. </p> <p><strong>“I hate wet socks!”</strong></p> <p>At home I sat down on the sofa next to him to listen to his day assuring him that we all have bad days, he burst into tears and blurted out, <strong>“And now I can’t find the paper fortune from my cookie and it was really good!”</strong></p> <p><strong>“…I was kind to that little boy in the store this weekend and helped him find his mommy and then he smiled at me and my fortune said, ‘be kind to others and kindness come back to you’… BUT NOW I CAN’T REMEMBER IT AND I LOST IT!” </strong></p> <p><font size="1">(we found the fortune under the dining table.) <br /></font><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-y8HcNc9on8s/Tx5mXOrs12I/AAAAAAAAEyI/TjshE9GlES4/s1600-h/366-23%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="366-23" border="0" alt="366-23" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiNX5g9lIgDhM6lKvZkzuokWNSKywE8FklB1ZNLxaIc4n0dp1KEPOCMy7w3jHU_liw2ROOhQlw961LCScAcc5DIqe0ZbEuaDKdoYIUM8OxcjWtmOdCZJKphZdrtHY6WM0x-lJGRFoycQ/?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p>Later, as I started making dinner, he was jumping up and down behind the counter, playing peek-a-boo with me... Until he misjudged a jump and bumped his head underneath the counter. </p> <p>Not too long after that as he hid under the table, pouting about yet another indiscretion, Daddy came over to inform him it was time for homework. A short drama ensued. We told him he had to come out and do homework or else and as he crawled out in his grumpy state, he stood up too soon and banged his head again – <strong>“in the same place!”</strong>.</p> <p><strong><font size="3">“I’m really having a BAD DAY!”</font></strong> he cried. </p> <p>We sat down on the sofa to regroup and pray. After a few more tears, I played him a <a href="http://www.ninasimone.com/">Nina Simone</a> song– reminding him that tomorrow will be a new day. <br />God and Nina, that made him feel better.</p> <iframe height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LOrqDx5dOp4" frameborder="0" width="640" allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen"></iframe> <p>The G.I.D. told him that his mantra for the day was, <br />“<em><a href="http://youtu.be/FvvnBKRD1bc">Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down</a></em>". <br />And even though it was lost on the six-year-old – I smiled.</p> <p>At the dinner table I read <em>Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day</em>. Harrison laughed and happily declared, <strong><font size="3">“At least I didn’t have <em>THAT BAD</em> of a day!” </font></strong></p> <p>And with that, bedtime was a breeze.</p> <p> </p> <p><em>I hope it doesn’t rain next Monday…</em></p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-62432918720688439892012-01-24T00:32:00.000-08:002012-02-08T10:02:57.233-08:00A Big-Kid Room<p><a title="Harrison's Room by roseytsp, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justaddcolor/5562221407/"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" alt="Harrison's Room" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5148/5562221407_2fd68d5975_z.jpg" width="640" height="416" /></a> <br />It’s actually been MONTHS since we re did Harrison’s room.  After we moved we had to combine Harrison’s room with the toys from the guest room/playroom/TV room. Not to mention the toys big Brother brought over to the house before he <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/out-of-nest.html">went off to college.</a> <br />  <br />It quickly become obvious that just moving the furniture from Harrison’s nursery wasn’t going to cut it in the <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/photo-story-friday-we-have-poltergeist.html">new space</a>. We had to <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-knew.html">let some of it go</a> to move forward in a new environment. <br /> <br />I searched for a good couple months. Finally, I landed on the <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/categories/series/09064/">Ikea Expedit</a> shelves as the perfect resolution to my space issues. Shelving that could grow with Harrison. <br /> <br />So off we went to Ikea to get the new furniture – only to find out they were changing manufacturers and would have the units for two – three months! <br /> <br />Let me tell you, we have three Ikeas within a 50 mile radius – I tracked them all and I became very well acquainted with Craigslist to no avail. <br />Finally, they were back in stock and I drug the hubby to the nearest Ikea as fast as humanly possible.  <br />I didn’t get the walls painted yet, but we love the outcome of Harrison’s room. <br /><i>Harrison</i> loves the outcome of his room. <br /><a title="Bedroom Redux by roseytsp, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justaddcolor/5549315670/"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" alt="Bedroom Redux" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5059/5549315670_338c35a7db_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" /></a> <br />In the picture above, you can see the <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/must-love-legos.html">clear bins</a> that hold all of <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/must-love-legos.html">Harrison’s Legos</a>. I love these; most of the time he only dumps one small bin at a time as opposed to dumping a giant tub all over the floor. <br /><a title="Bedroom Redux by roseytsp, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justaddcolor/5548732493/"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" alt="Bedroom Redux" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5020/5548732493_05896672b6_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" /></a> <br />We swapped out the smaller unit in the closet with the vintage chest of drawers. It works much better next to the bed and still fits <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-another-crafty-tuesday.html">the pails</a> that hold miscellaneous toys.<a title="Bedroom Redux by roseytsp, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justaddcolor/5549316258/"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" alt="Bedroom Redux" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5263/5549316258_0c113e519a_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" /></a> <br />As he cleaned his room the other day to prepare for a play date, he stood back to take it all in. Suddenly he jumped up on the bed and announced, “<b>There’s room here for another person! Hey, Can I have a sleepover! I’m ready for a sleep over now!</b>” <br /> <br /><i><span style="font-size: x-small">The question is: <b>Am I ready</b> for a sleep over.</span></i></p> <p><i><span style="font-size: x-small"></span></i></p> <p><font size="1"></font></p> <p><font size="1">Oh, and notice how good he looks in those </font><a href="http://www.piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-photo-story-friday.html"><font size="1">jeans</font></a><font size="1">… just sayin’.</font></p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-16299695773646944142012-01-23T10:57:00.001-08:002012-01-23T10:59:47.359-08:00Snapshot Sunday | His Happy Face<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2012/01/snapshot-sunday-his-happy-face.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p>My dear friend over at <a href="http://barelycontrolledchaos.com">Barely Controlled Chaos</a> made a list of goals for the year that included taking a “favorite photo of the week” in an attempt to pick up her camera more this year.  In my own life blogging <a href="http://justaddcolor.blogspot.com/2012/01/break-down-and-moving-forward.html">fell by the wayside</a> for so many reasons in the last two years. </p> <p>The other night as I read through some old blog posts and released a couple more drafts that got left behind here at PBP , I realized how important this platform is in recording the precious moments the G.I.D. and I share with our sons. </p> <p><em>Moments that I would have otherwise have forgotten</em>.</p> <p>Moments that make me happy.</p> <p>So as I took pictures of Harrison late Saturday night for my <a href="http://alittlewhitespace.tumblr.com/">366 Project (picture a day)</a>, I captured a moment that I kept coming back to for the rest of the weekend. He was in the middle of a laugh while putting together a new Lego set. </p> <p>I caught that happy face and I LOVE this picture. </p> <a title="366-21 by roseytsp, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justaddcolor/6740106909/"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" alt="366-21" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7030/6740106909_ebb730da0e_z.jpg" width="640" height="959" /></a> <p><em>I LOVE his HAPPY FACE. </em></p> <p>One of the categories my friend has added to her blog is “Snapshot Sunday” a resurrection of sorts of <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/search/label/Best%20Shot%20Monday">Best Shot Monday</a> … and I<em> loved</em> Best Shot Monday. <font size="1">(Apparently, I’m feeling a lot of <strong>love</strong> this Monday morning…)</font></p> <p>I know it’s Monday, but I was computer-free yesterday and I just <em>had</em> to share MY favorite snapshot this week, Harrison in his “Happy <em>Place</em>”.</p> <p>Happy Monday!</p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-43792023343117968052012-01-20T10:20:00.001-08:002012-01-20T10:20:50.260-08:00What!?! {photo story friday}<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-photo-story-friday.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p>He told me he he doesn’t like jeans.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vh8jle5Ucww/TxmwWl0PsnI/AAAAAAAAEw4/_ShxqlXY-lA/s1600-h/IMG_5685%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5685" border="0" alt="IMG_5685" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qrulPmxpy_4/TxmwXNbl73I/AAAAAAAAExA/VcElGYzryx0/IMG_5685_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p>A BOY who <u>doesn’t</u> <u>like</u> jeans!</p> <p>I mean, REALLY? Boys and jeans go together like a horse and carriage, peanut butter and jelly, salt and pepper, Rosemary and Thyme, Laurel and Hardy, George Burns and Gracie Allen… well you get the idea. </p> <p>Heck, when I was a kid, I longed for jeans. Where I grew up jeans were cool – especially Levi’s. And I WANTED Levi’s, no other jeans were good enough – not Calvin Klein, Wrangler, Lee or Sassoon. No. I <em>needed</em> traditional, button-fly Levi’s.  But don’t cry for me, I had jeans - I just didn’t own a pair of <u>Levi’s</u> until I was in college. </p> <p>Harrison, however, has already owned several pairs of Levi's (Thanks to Big Brother, re-sale stores and friends). Although it’s not about Levi’s; he doesn’t like ANY jeans. He admonished me again this morning when I made him wear jeans to school (instead of exercise pants), <br /><strong>“Mom, remember, I don’t like jeans.” </strong></p> <p><em>I remember, but you’re wearing them anyway.</em> </p> <p>I mean after all, who DOESN’T own at least ONE pair of jeans to wear occasionally?</p> <p>Then again, there was my mom.  <br />She owned 77 pairs of <font size="4">polyester, </font><font size="2">elastic-band pants - in a rainbow of colors. </font></p> <p><strong>Not one pair of  jeans.</strong></p> <p><em>Apparently the no-jeans gene skips a generation.</em></p> <p><em></em></p> <p><em></em></p> <center><a href="http://betterinbulk.net/tag/give-me-your-best-shot" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Give me your best shot at Better in Bulk" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y121/1momof5/08Nov21_gmbs_1-1.jpg" width="125" /></a><a href="http://mychaosmybliss.com" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="PhotoStory Friday" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/4235120634_71d9399b5f_o.jpg" /></a> <br />Hosted by <a href="http://mychaosmybliss.com/" target="_blank">Cecily</a> and <a href="http://www.betterinbulk.net" target="_blank">Lolli</a> </center> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-26963646156468574602012-01-18T00:58:00.000-08:002012-01-18T00:58:11.758-08:00Wordless Wednesday | Zombie!!This year it's been all about zombies.<br />
Not that we have ever watched zombies...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPG2shmSCA_KjOVr5GKSIvOXIHtm8thqbcuEawV4zmybZ1Y4L7-Qaqnehh0HL4TSU3jdXl-8fy5OdcLcSYzyYiAt2P96r7T-P9nkPfBvdPLaSz1uh5cy0YcWVGmNF4UE81TTL0QQt2wM/s1600/zombie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPG2shmSCA_KjOVr5GKSIvOXIHtm8thqbcuEawV4zmybZ1Y4L7-Qaqnehh0HL4TSU3jdXl-8fy5OdcLcSYzyYiAt2P96r7T-P9nkPfBvdPLaSz1uh5cy0YcWVGmNF4UE81TTL0QQt2wM/s640/zombie.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Then again, they're <i>everywhere</i> during the month of October.<br />
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...and there was that one time when he bonded with <a href="http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-story-friday-totally-ghoul-friend.html">"Headless Harry"</a>.Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503309828419504019.post-53588628707794937252012-01-12T09:05:00.001-08:002012-01-12T09:07:16.834-08:00Wordless Wednesday | He’s Going to be a Street Performer…<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://piercebabyproject.blogspot.com/2012/01/wordless-wednesday-hes-going-to-be.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-a3o40NvHLGQ/Tw8S3P75sII/AAAAAAAAEto/a6_HaorpY0o/s1600-h/IMG_5347%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5347" border="0" alt="IMG_5347" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZKnvH58WZZM/Tw8S3oQU2KI/AAAAAAAAEtw/_r6St5SANFg/IMG_5347_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Twz8tHcg2wA/Tw8S34T1XjI/AAAAAAAAEt4/EuuPkZSg2Bg/s1600-h/IMG_5345%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5345" border="0" alt="IMG_5345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMHQgAe3NUsS0uK2rbCaxsaAIKjxjhfTdbTUlMZ9RypZJArC7TSm33xuv8GJP0tAmlEKoVKPxSogXWSwBZndGKfkkfS1x7mHh9S7K-0vnpBL38cwaSIldpbVnBZDRKSf2T7G-9T4aC04/?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431" /></a></p> <p>Happy Wednesday! </p> Rose http://www.blogger.com/profile/08258281668078059348noreply@blogger.com0