Little B has been cooped up at home on account of the winter weather. He wants so badly to get out for fun, but it's so cold outside that I can't help but want to protect him from the elements. This past weekend Jeff took him to the park and he had a good time.
Also, this weekend Jeff did something he's never done before in all the years that I've known him. He asked if I wanted to go to Denny's for breakfast. Unfortunately, Jeff isn't well acquainted with breakfast. He claims that his family didn't eat breakfast in their home. He says his breakfast was usually a bowl of cereal.
Well, I for one, not only enjoy eating, but I've always looked forward to a delicious and filling breakfast. It's my favorite meal of the day. The best part of waking up... is eating breakfast! In all the years I've known Jeff, it's been disappointing to be married to someone who doesn't share the value in starting the day with a good breakfast. When Jeff has offered to take me out for breakfast it sounds like this, "You want to go get a donut?"
No. No, I don't.
I would prefer a meal to a donut, thank you.
And so I nearly tripped and fell running into the bathroom to get ready to go out for breakfast before Jeff had the opportunity to change his mind.
It was also a Sunday morning, which makes the proposition a greater rarity. But, nonetheless, out for breakfast we all went. We ordered a meal for Little B., too, and we'd never seen him eat the way he did that morning at Denny's. He grabbed pieces of sausage and egg and happily put them into his mouth, but he loved his pancakes. He grabbed big chunks of pancake and shoved hem into his mouth. I snapped a few photos of him enjoying himself with Jeff's phone camera.
Music Class
Little B. and I had missed two months of music class. Because we've been confined at home and his program will end soon, I decided to take him on Tuesday. The car still hasn't been repaired so I was worried about taking him all the way to Modesto in our clunky car, and to be honest, it make nerve-wracking noises while I drove. Thankfully, we made it safely and Little B. had a good time. His teacher gave him the Christmas photo magnet she gives each child every holiday season. B enjoyed the segment in which the teacher handed the children chime balls that they rolled and tossed on the floor. He was disappointed in having to put his chime ball away when the teacher collected them. This also marked the first time that B was in class and walking on his own!
He curiously walked around the mothers that were seated on the floor and observed their faces as if he was looking at a treasure in a museum for the first time.
After music class we made the drive home. I was concerned for our safety in the vehicle so I hugged the far-right lane and drove slowly until we were back safely in Gordita. I bought B his favorite lunch at Panera and home we went. I was glad that he had had a good time and that we were able to travel in safety.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Friday, January 1, 2016
Christmas 2015
Photo Folly-la-la-lah
After Thanksgiving Day, on 11/28, we were photographed for our family Christmas/End-of-year photos by the same photographer who shot Tot's newborn photos. I informed Heather that we were running late and she agreed to fit us in her line-up by rearranging her schedule.
Tot, again, was not cooperative. He was uncomfortable, fussy and we had a difficult time getting him to smile. After all the planning and the money it cost us to secure the photographer, I wasn't sure we'd manage to get any decent pictures, but we were fortunate to have been able to get a small number of good pictures that we could share with family and friends.
Baby's First Christmas Tree
As much as I had wanted to celebrate Little B's first Christmas with family portraits and a Christmas tree, I was too tired, too sick and without money. This year, however, I was not going to let Christmas go by without a tree, and so we took Tot on 11/11 to our local Christmas tree lot and allowed him to "pick" his own tree. And pick a beautiful tree, he did!
We were not able to put up the tree the very same day, but it wasn't too long before it was displayed proudly by our large front windows. Jeff wrapped some twinkling lights around it and I placed a few ornaments that I was hoping would not be broken easily by Tot. I placed the two resin ornaments that I selected especially for him on the tree and he broke one. He decapitated my 2015 Jake ornament, unfortunately.
Birthday Blues and a Busted Car
Jeff was fighting a stubborn cold before we brought our Christmas tree home. And after Jeff got sick, Little B got sick, too. He was feverish a couple of days, and we assumed it might have been related to his teething. On the day of my birthday I took Little B with me to Denny's for my birthday pancake breakfast. The year before he was very young, so I awoke very early to go to Denny's while he slept in order to get back before Jeff had to leave for work. This time I took him with me and I was anxious about how that would go as I had never dined with him by myself.
He did well. I had to stop him from clanging his silverware on his plate like he likes to do, and he made a mess with the food on the table, and at one point a piece of sausage flew past me and landed a few feet away from me on the floor. But, otherwise, he did pretty good. He sure liked his orange juice and pancakes.
And so it was that I believed Brian was feeling better, but that evening he was inconsolable. I had wanted to go to dinner for my birthday, but I suspected that something might not be quite right with our car. When Jeff came home that evening he gave the car a try and also agreed that it seemed to have a problem, so we didn't go anywhere on the night of my birthday. And, not only were we unable to go out, but Little B had a rough evening. He cried and cried and cried. I wanted to give him pain reliever, but Jeff discouraged me because we had been giving him a lot of pain-reliever to combat his fevers and to relieve him of the discomfort associated with teething.
By morning, however, it was evident that Little B was sick, too. Like Jeff, he had a cold.
Well, it was only days before I felt like I ,too, was fighting a virus. On 12/23 I insisted that Jeff take Little B to see Santa at Bass Pro. Our car still wasn't well, but I figured they'd be OK as Santa wasn't too far from home. I was sick and didn't want to go to Bass Pro with Jeff and Little B to get others sick, but I also hated the idea of missing Little B's visit to Santa's. Although I had wanted to go, I awoke tired and only helped Jeff get Little B ready to go meet Santa.
Jeff returned a couple hours later with a portrait of a terrified toddler screaming on Santa's lap.
On Christmas Eve. I was still sick, so it was Jeff who cooked our Christmas dinner. He heated the pre-cooked ham we buy every holiday, and he made mashed potatoes, green beans, and an apple and cranberry crisp. Our meal was delicious. He refused to make the sweet potato casserole I requested, however, as he felt he had prepared enough food. Otherwise, his Christmas dinner was delicious.
On Christmas morning we led Little B to our Christmas tree where we helped him open his Christmas presents. He received an assortment of toys. Santa brought him a mini shopping cart. I gave him a xylophone and a shape sorter, Jeff gave him a copy of the Minions' short films. His grandpa Brian and grandma Karen gave him an assortment of goodies that included wooden toys, DVDs and clothes.
New Year's Eve.
We had considered going to Grandma Parson's for Christmas, but we were informed that Jeff's brother and his family would go for Christmas, too. We missed my sister's and Ethan's visit for Christmas because I was sick. Because we were unable to go visit Jeff's grandma for Christmas, Jeff considered the idea of going to his grandmother's for New Year's Eve. While we had all recovered from our colds, it is the our car that still hadn't been functioning well. On the 26th and 27th, Jeff took the car to two different shop that were unable to identify the problem with our car, so we didn't go to the ranch to spend New Year's Day with Jeff's grandmother.
Once again we were home for New Year's. Jeff and Little B were asleep when the clock struck 12 AM. I like to be awake to ring in the new year, however. I went and kissed my sleeping prince to wish him a happy new year and informed a half-asleep Jeff that it was the new year. I'm sure the barrage of fireworks, or gunshots, informed him as well.
May we all be blessed with a very healthy and very happy new year!
After Thanksgiving Day, on 11/28, we were photographed for our family Christmas/End-of-year photos by the same photographer who shot Tot's newborn photos. I informed Heather that we were running late and she agreed to fit us in her line-up by rearranging her schedule.
Tot, again, was not cooperative. He was uncomfortable, fussy and we had a difficult time getting him to smile. After all the planning and the money it cost us to secure the photographer, I wasn't sure we'd manage to get any decent pictures, but we were fortunate to have been able to get a small number of good pictures that we could share with family and friends.
Baby's First Christmas Tree
As much as I had wanted to celebrate Little B's first Christmas with family portraits and a Christmas tree, I was too tired, too sick and without money. This year, however, I was not going to let Christmas go by without a tree, and so we took Tot on 11/11 to our local Christmas tree lot and allowed him to "pick" his own tree. And pick a beautiful tree, he did!
We were not able to put up the tree the very same day, but it wasn't too long before it was displayed proudly by our large front windows. Jeff wrapped some twinkling lights around it and I placed a few ornaments that I was hoping would not be broken easily by Tot. I placed the two resin ornaments that I selected especially for him on the tree and he broke one. He decapitated my 2015 Jake ornament, unfortunately.
Birthday Blues and a Busted Car
Jeff was fighting a stubborn cold before we brought our Christmas tree home. And after Jeff got sick, Little B got sick, too. He was feverish a couple of days, and we assumed it might have been related to his teething. On the day of my birthday I took Little B with me to Denny's for my birthday pancake breakfast. The year before he was very young, so I awoke very early to go to Denny's while he slept in order to get back before Jeff had to leave for work. This time I took him with me and I was anxious about how that would go as I had never dined with him by myself.
He did well. I had to stop him from clanging his silverware on his plate like he likes to do, and he made a mess with the food on the table, and at one point a piece of sausage flew past me and landed a few feet away from me on the floor. But, otherwise, he did pretty good. He sure liked his orange juice and pancakes.
And so it was that I believed Brian was feeling better, but that evening he was inconsolable. I had wanted to go to dinner for my birthday, but I suspected that something might not be quite right with our car. When Jeff came home that evening he gave the car a try and also agreed that it seemed to have a problem, so we didn't go anywhere on the night of my birthday. And, not only were we unable to go out, but Little B had a rough evening. He cried and cried and cried. I wanted to give him pain reliever, but Jeff discouraged me because we had been giving him a lot of pain-reliever to combat his fevers and to relieve him of the discomfort associated with teething.
By morning, however, it was evident that Little B was sick, too. Like Jeff, he had a cold.
Well, it was only days before I felt like I ,too, was fighting a virus. On 12/23 I insisted that Jeff take Little B to see Santa at Bass Pro. Our car still wasn't well, but I figured they'd be OK as Santa wasn't too far from home. I was sick and didn't want to go to Bass Pro with Jeff and Little B to get others sick, but I also hated the idea of missing Little B's visit to Santa's. Although I had wanted to go, I awoke tired and only helped Jeff get Little B ready to go meet Santa.
Jeff returned a couple hours later with a portrait of a terrified toddler screaming on Santa's lap.
On Christmas Eve. I was still sick, so it was Jeff who cooked our Christmas dinner. He heated the pre-cooked ham we buy every holiday, and he made mashed potatoes, green beans, and an apple and cranberry crisp. Our meal was delicious. He refused to make the sweet potato casserole I requested, however, as he felt he had prepared enough food. Otherwise, his Christmas dinner was delicious.
On Christmas morning we led Little B to our Christmas tree where we helped him open his Christmas presents. He received an assortment of toys. Santa brought him a mini shopping cart. I gave him a xylophone and a shape sorter, Jeff gave him a copy of the Minions' short films. His grandpa Brian and grandma Karen gave him an assortment of goodies that included wooden toys, DVDs and clothes.
New Year's Eve.
We had considered going to Grandma Parson's for Christmas, but we were informed that Jeff's brother and his family would go for Christmas, too. We missed my sister's and Ethan's visit for Christmas because I was sick. Because we were unable to go visit Jeff's grandma for Christmas, Jeff considered the idea of going to his grandmother's for New Year's Eve. While we had all recovered from our colds, it is the our car that still hadn't been functioning well. On the 26th and 27th, Jeff took the car to two different shop that were unable to identify the problem with our car, so we didn't go to the ranch to spend New Year's Day with Jeff's grandmother.
Once again we were home for New Year's. Jeff and Little B were asleep when the clock struck 12 AM. I like to be awake to ring in the new year, however. I went and kissed my sleeping prince to wish him a happy new year and informed a half-asleep Jeff that it was the new year. I'm sure the barrage of fireworks, or gunshots, informed him as well.
May we all be blessed with a very healthy and very happy new year!
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