tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24840242502896028732024-02-06T22:50:07.190-05:00Naomi and MikaelaNaomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.comBlogger507125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-22988792016091898762012-05-13T11:27:00.001-04:002012-05-13T11:27:47.611-04:00We've Moved!!!Hi Folks
Happy Mother's day to all the mothers out there!! We're spending the day at home since Naomi has been sick, but I wanted to let you all know that as of today, naomiwei.blogspot.com will be retired.
BUT WAIT
Before you get too sad (all 10 of you who read this), we've moved to www.naomiandmikaela.com
That's right, Mikaela finally gets in on the fun. The new blog site is courtesy of the most amazing husband ever, and is part of the many many mother's day gifts I got this year.
Anyway, head on over, all the old posts have already been moved over, and Austin has already uploaded two new mother's days posts, including one of Naomi singing..so get on over there!Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-33478145548948808482012-05-07T20:14:00.000-04:002012-05-07T20:14:44.414-04:00Hot hot hotWhenever I see the girl's daycare on my caller id, I literally hold my breath waiting to hear what they have to tell me. Today I got the dreaded call informing me that Mikaela had a fever of 101.6. I left work early to pick both girls up and make a stop by the doctors. When the nurse took Mikaela's temperature, she was running a fever of 104.3. HOT.
Seems like she has another virus which we'll have to wait out.
Poor girl.
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Mikaela turned 15 months 3 wks ago. I’ve been pretty bad at keeping up with these monthly updates. Second child syndrome at its best. It’s so bad, that I actually forgot she had to get a 15 month well check up at the pediatricians and was due for shots. The only reason I remembered was because while she was sick (yet again) and at the doctor’s office, the nurse informed us that she was overdue for her shots. Oh well. She got them done.<br />
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Mikaela is really starting to become her own person now, and what a person she is becoming. She is going to be headstrong, stubborn and intelligent. She catches on to things so quickly, loves mimicking, and is frighteningly good a mimicking. She’s quick to catch on to little games and is incredibly playful. But watch out cause she knows what she wants and if she doesn’t get it, in a blink of an eye she can morph from an incredibly happy, cute, baby, into the fussiest, loudest, most annoying and terribly annoying screaming mess.
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Mikaela is starting to become a challenge at meal times. She’s becoming extremely picky and would rather go hungry than eat foods she doesn’t like. Which is basically anything healthy. But give her anything sweet, or any kind of junk food, and she could out eat most adults. She has low tolerance for her high chair, and has recently stopped being able to make it through an entire meal in her high chair while we’re out at restaurants. The meal usually ends with Austin holding her in his lap, trying to eat one handed.<br />
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She’s getting better at walking. She still won’t walk unassisted, although she’s fully capable of doing so. If she just barely touches your fingers, she can walk all over the place. She definitely is the fastest crawler out there though. I bet she could pretty much win any crawling race. Maybe because she’s so little for her age.<br />
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Her vocabulary is incredible. Even our pediatrician is impressed. Maybe it’s one of the benefits of beinga second child. Her sign language is pretty much non existent though. She can sign for “more” and “please”.<br />
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Words she knows:<br />
NO – this is clearly her favorite word. She says no all day long.<br />
Nay-Nay – what she calls Naomi - her second favorite word<br />
Milk – really sounds more like Mol since she can’t prounounce her K’s<br />
More<br />
Mommy – mommy previously meant “more” to her. Now “more” means “more” and “Mommy” is what she calls Austin. Go figure.<br />
Thank you – cutest thing ever, sounds like Dank choo<br />
Please – Pease<br />
Up<br />
Mine<br />
Bubbles<br />
Hot<br />
Whoa<br />
Uh-Oh<br />
Hi<br />
Hello<br />
Bye Bye<br />
Elmo – another favorite word of hers<br />
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She’s also developed quite a case of stranger anxiety, when it comes to girls that is. She’s quick to warm up to our guy friends, but usually cries, fusses or makes mean faces at most women that try to go near her that she’s not familiar with.<br />
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She’s is daddys’ girl right now, preferring him to anyone else. I come in second place, but I’m ok with that. She still drops everything and screams out “MOMMY” (the only time she calls me mommy, because remember, Mommy really means Daddy) as soon as she sees me at Daycare pickup. She’ll crawl with lightening speed and demand to be picked up. Definitely one of the best parts of my day.<br />
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Though she basically runs the show in our household, she’s still teeny tiny. Here are her 15 month stats:
Weight: 17 lbs 12 oz (6th %)
Height: 28 ¾ inches (4th %)
Head circumference: 45.5cm (42nd %)Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-21574959430555964262012-04-26T15:44:00.000-04:002012-04-26T15:44:05.806-04:00The Feeling's Mutual<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJQ374nYJ_Z6GdE7A1JQvpIPJRyHcHSOBM4pdfAME8a-jpvwN_y8-pDFvLbfScZ1TFNyzJMUSBLa3gL04ypUvtj6RRUct_Im7l6ZhrZdP52V6gIRR2zCXktVaReaniVapjvCWQD28v-y_/s1600/photo-792184.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJQ374nYJ_Z6GdE7A1JQvpIPJRyHcHSOBM4pdfAME8a-jpvwN_y8-pDFvLbfScZ1TFNyzJMUSBLa3gL04ypUvtj6RRUct_Im7l6ZhrZdP52V6gIRR2zCXktVaReaniVapjvCWQD28v-y_/s320/photo-792184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5735797364525138354" /></a></p>
I am always writing about how much Mikaela adores Naomi, how Naomi has a way of getting her to calm down when she’s upset, or how excited MIkaela gets whenever she sees Naomi. This is still true. Mikaela calls Naomi “Nay Nay” now. At school, her teachers say she’s always crawling around asking for her Nay Nay, and when you ask her If she wants to go find Naomi, she’ll nod her head enthusiastically and say, “ Nay Nay” over and over again. It’s really cute.
What I haven’t really mentioned is how much Naomi loves MIkaela. She’s a really good big sister. When Mikaela is upset, Naomi will go to her and try and make her laugh, or give her a hug and comfort her. She insists on giving her a hug and kiss everynight before we put Mikaela to bed. To a point, she’ll share her toys and try and play with her. Mikaela is the only person Naomi will give her mi-mi to (her lambie comfort blanket), although it is on rare occasion that mi-mi is released from Naomi’s clutches.
I didn’t realize how Naomi relies on Mikaela for comfort just as Mikaela does Naomi. Yesterday, Naomi had a rough day at school. She got into a couple of temper tantrums at school, got into a fight with her best friend, and just as I was walking in had finished up getting upset at some friends who weren’t “sharing” with her. (sometimes Naomi’s definition of “sharing” is quite suspect). As I walked into Naomi’s classroom, with Mikaela in my arms, I could see her face was all splotchy, and she was holding her teacher’s hand, asking her if she could go visit her baby Mikaela. When she saw us, she immediately ran to us and gave Mikaela a hug. Later that night when I asked her why she wanted to see Mikaela, she told me it was because she was having a hard day and seeing Mikaela would cheer her up.Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-16018092340025729472012-04-11T14:42:00.001-04:002012-04-11T14:52:50.359-04:00Little MozartA few weekends ago, we took Naomi to a music school so she could take a trial "Little Mozart" class. It's a music class geared towards getting kids ready for piano. Her class would be specially catered for 3-4 year olds. There was only one other girl in the trial class, so Naomi got a lot of one on one time. She really enjoyed it and kept talking about all the things she learned, (proper positioning of her fingers on the keys, high and low notes, etc). For a week straight she asked for us to sign her up, so I we decided we'd give it a shot. It's only for 10 wks, so if after the 10 wks we think it's too much, we can always stop and wait awhile. But now she's going to be a busy bee with ballet at 9:30 and Music class at 11 on Saturdays. Plus she has a music and movement class and a dance class while she's at daycare. You'd think we were trying to raise a prima donna here. (maybe we are!) <br /><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcV3f_AsR_Z4XxiiT7nc3ELL4WIc3nN2bWwUOL9DG_u2v9kuXDyyO614V_PVI48AusDgLo09wZsyu7RmMzq0gKoD74RhS6m6683CbGZK6wDCOmUdLqvGDRejSUJ3nEyOBmGPS6rJVKQVG/s1600/photo+1-726430.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcV3f_AsR_Z4XxiiT7nc3ELL4WIc3nN2bWwUOL9DG_u2v9kuXDyyO614V_PVI48AusDgLo09wZsyu7RmMzq0gKoD74RhS6m6683CbGZK6wDCOmUdLqvGDRejSUJ3nEyOBmGPS6rJVKQVG/s320/photo+1-726430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730216206191404322" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhysbfTyhOWiHHvv8C6PMp1p_QyjujajLWlxwE1nBULvyd9IheJEGjIQwfvG6wFsuYGWwMsuaKZTgrtPgD0Zct9kw1kzHwTp_qmvHB2NA1RoeiHErZ6nNDnleHgS1j7yGa-4xG-fzRdmpD_/s1600/photo+2-728303.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhysbfTyhOWiHHvv8C6PMp1p_QyjujajLWlxwE1nBULvyd9IheJEGjIQwfvG6wFsuYGWwMsuaKZTgrtPgD0Zct9kw1kzHwTp_qmvHB2NA1RoeiHErZ6nNDnleHgS1j7yGa-4xG-fzRdmpD_/s320/photo+2-728303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730216209182343954" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4r__gKfPIneWf-Ia7OJRnerCPektRFVdM_fn8iq0_MIpcYab0yFSVZ2Uuyoud-OTIJYmilsiCajwv0SyuwlsT2YwcSgtgloIA75AlIQMABtxk1iUJ1B-wjLM0mEnF8kmkpE4ip3FnxV5/s1600/photo+3-729703.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4r__gKfPIneWf-Ia7OJRnerCPektRFVdM_fn8iq0_MIpcYab0yFSVZ2Uuyoud-OTIJYmilsiCajwv0SyuwlsT2YwcSgtgloIA75AlIQMABtxk1iUJ1B-wjLM0mEnF8kmkpE4ip3FnxV5/s320/photo+3-729703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730216217946283410" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRqZcd8ndflBOBEx4gozWNOqLNDEuJGfVS8RBhmtK3EXooA5z1GQlypT-rCHDvENxFV4GzZ7Jvy9VYJqlXPoilThaB_M6oNFgjpxRPOhD0XizltZPwFzPXXbp3iZ8RMBIawxHXx1quWF5/s1600/photo+4-731424.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRqZcd8ndflBOBEx4gozWNOqLNDEuJGfVS8RBhmtK3EXooA5z1GQlypT-rCHDvENxFV4GzZ7Jvy9VYJqlXPoilThaB_M6oNFgjpxRPOhD0XizltZPwFzPXXbp3iZ8RMBIawxHXx1quWF5/s320/photo+4-731424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730216223560037954" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZblfiKpd4iTSXV3XS8HIK9WlIOchrm4bo_TljlUyCa09f3Ga0BkllGN3E3NmIwjIT9rzVxRyUfvrWz5zQRp0sYUN8TXS4SL8mB6JLlLiVI7Oi2AymfPw3OJ8yG7rX8ttwjqw7gGunB_j/s1600/photo+5-733818.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZblfiKpd4iTSXV3XS8HIK9WlIOchrm4bo_TljlUyCa09f3Ga0BkllGN3E3NmIwjIT9rzVxRyUfvrWz5zQRp0sYUN8TXS4SL8mB6JLlLiVI7Oi2AymfPw3OJ8yG7rX8ttwjqw7gGunB_j/s320/photo+5-733818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730216238129659602" /></a></p>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-12112246864340693692012-04-11T11:58:00.001-04:002012-04-11T12:04:22.087-04:00Almost walking.<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdBoMVS9kqwzINGobCu7ZDN4YpAY4FiD0_Sg2EPBNk_oFYgFJjAmml1yWlpyzdeiS5-XUueCD3H0tfeIvu2CX60j2zDjloVJ39uziMivLOu8XTHiV7JxHmzUD5bCGOOYw_3viTN0yLBY1/s1600/photo-738668.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdBoMVS9kqwzINGobCu7ZDN4YpAY4FiD0_Sg2EPBNk_oFYgFJjAmml1yWlpyzdeiS5-XUueCD3H0tfeIvu2CX60j2zDjloVJ39uziMivLOu8XTHiV7JxHmzUD5bCGOOYw_3viTN0yLBY1/s320/photo-738668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730173746323468978" /></a></p><br /><br />Mikaela is ALMOST walking. On Saturday, she took two steps without holding on to anything. I was right next to her, and of course didn't see it. <br />But she can go from a sitting position to a standing position without holding on to anything. The first time she did that was in the morning with Austin and Naomi. They were so excited, and she started clapping and smiling. Then she sat back down and did it again just for kicks, the whole time with a huge smile on her face. <br />Now, she can easily walk if she's holding on to something or someone's hand. She doesn't really use it for support, but more of a security/comfort thing. As soon as you take your hand away, she'll squat back down and start crawling.<br />But seriously folks. Any day now and she'll be walking on her own.Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-80360866432807058142012-04-09T07:37:00.001-04:002012-04-09T07:39:56.852-04:00Happy Easter!!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcI-cjx753QTl7WllEdAwWojOuRLyzWr9adjWU4GsM-ldV2-W5p7Wi-v7hdw_fKlcCqpTfMXV423xKBk6fPRoxST9N_AbiX2JWthtILgY-uPLHnzqn-Nytfjt-Hpmf6J4I7Wges6iKapK/s1600/photo-702555.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcI-cjx753QTl7WllEdAwWojOuRLyzWr9adjWU4GsM-ldV2-W5p7Wi-v7hdw_fKlcCqpTfMXV423xKBk6fPRoxST9N_AbiX2JWthtILgY-uPLHnzqn-Nytfjt-Hpmf6J4I7Wges6iKapK/s320/photo-702555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729363987577136690" /></a></p>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-18352244478085644302012-04-06T22:53:00.003-04:002012-04-06T23:28:19.782-04:00Easter BunnyAfter good friday service, we stopped by the mall to have dinner at Rosa Mexicano's. (very Good Friday appropriate, i know). Anyway, there was no line for the easter bunny, so we decided to try and get a shot of the easter bunny with the girls. We've never done photos with any of the crazy characters at the mall...mainly cause Naomi has been deathly afraid of them, and let's face it. Who's to blame her. A Giant Bunny? That's freaky. But after our successful Disney trip where we were able to take ton's of pictures with Disney princesses, we figured we'd give it a shot. <br />Upon being given to the bunny, Mikaela freaked out and started crying. We decided to boot her out of the picture. Sorry kid, there's always next year. lol seriously though, it was bad. Some people get really cute, funny crying baby pictures with easter bunny's or santa etc...this would have just been plain mean. she would have been beyond crying and cute. Tortured is a better word. Anyway, Naomi, on the other hand, had no problem hopped right on next to the easter bunny and posed. When we were done she gave him a high five and a big hug. We then went off and celebrated an excellent photoshoot (and Good Friday) with some Mexican. Ariba!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxc3GJPSUIyYdjcewAHIuBdYCS8CSFylVKC_9p7wQiSBzuRIOBxs5n0g3kNPsA-_LlYg7zdkvNv6F8ebQqqxTbdVdpCsN7N_Tc_DYV9a0DyUyCqjXT_74a3dMrRNc9XfnKTmegHwlyaJ-B/s1600/img273.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxc3GJPSUIyYdjcewAHIuBdYCS8CSFylVKC_9p7wQiSBzuRIOBxs5n0g3kNPsA-_LlYg7zdkvNv6F8ebQqqxTbdVdpCsN7N_Tc_DYV9a0DyUyCqjXT_74a3dMrRNc9XfnKTmegHwlyaJ-B/s400/img273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728487850123028754" /></a>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-70609532819346058232012-04-01T21:55:00.005-04:002012-04-01T22:02:05.439-04:00Catching UpThis post is way overdue!! The day before Mikaela's 1 yr birthday, Friday the 13th, we had sent some cupcakes into her daycare class so she could have a little party with her class. The teachers decorated the room with Happy Birthday banners, and set up a little table for them to have a party. They sang Happy Birthday to Mikaela, she danced, and pretended to blow out a candle. With her ginormous sweet tooth, she dug in wholeheartedly into her mini cupcake. Soon enough though, she realized she was wearing a birthday hat. She hates hats. So with both hands, she tried to remove the hat. Unfortunately, with both hands, she had been digging into her cupcake. You can see the mess that was created for yourself...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBflmIZqnX3UJ4tbIZAJlfZfRiO5qV052eFraKZ0M5g8jk6Qj16ijfuWM_vuzVHxu1fUAk32KvFAO_I4ZNklhocOsC8IcCDv1gMolVb8iEuvnpRwY02F28hzpax3rHmKO0owf29uRnriAG/s1600/IMG_2968.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBflmIZqnX3UJ4tbIZAJlfZfRiO5qV052eFraKZ0M5g8jk6Qj16ijfuWM_vuzVHxu1fUAk32KvFAO_I4ZNklhocOsC8IcCDv1gMolVb8iEuvnpRwY02F28hzpax3rHmKO0owf29uRnriAG/s400/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726617123850711602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwc5VOJMgH8R-b09KwNMp5DW9A_fYfUGVuYpqOuONUpX0qynYwoRJUGiJaTpp74LQ5kmiWMbCmza7CCfhjdHTSpBmu-80i-xUR3JTrUIGeSjL03SgzzL0AxGrpcTOSIyNc41Ci3J5fQ67V/s1600/IMG_2967.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJ2lcgydCEEFTphHbHqM5Tw6J3tGxzFCSeRVAI1ad5sU3C1Vvtrzt2mwtNZJdfhIgmOPSfr23RtfKFYSnW_GqcAQ347w6rKa6gc0RvSuVhNdvx2JOdbHmmNkvXFCNWQJzY32lkyMjGHvp/s400/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726617323404250242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJIuOVtX1flhGMigVlYDpr6J3vuaADuewAm2nbkuL3jT5v23q3bNHNZgPMUnfYkg2tT4B0iVtKcu06g_LBPSkMAVQrkEwPTCfJTc0WqZxVRUJF7gaVhiiKuFKL58d35IGjF1vsN_VhmI4/s1600/IMG_2976.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJIuOVtX1flhGMigVlYDpr6J3vuaADuewAm2nbkuL3jT5v23q3bNHNZgPMUnfYkg2tT4B0iVtKcu06g_LBPSkMAVQrkEwPTCfJTc0WqZxVRUJF7gaVhiiKuFKL58d35IGjF1vsN_VhmI4/s400/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726617320429112418" /></a>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-2611082136709774172012-04-01T21:52:00.002-04:002012-04-01T21:54:53.515-04:00Palm Sunday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwZ-vmOntIU1hyphenhyphen0cq-YyKIzrcX79_vpUD5_X3vnS8FvFYFeM2JoifhNYWOOjLlqy9Vu5PEjZLt2AB5fM6WBnAHUOwlpVjblxL_q4btBLBEzHQ8ITSJFnW33x1yHqTtK_FuNd9pV2APKWf/s1600/IMG_4963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwZ-vmOntIU1hyphenhyphen0cq-YyKIzrcX79_vpUD5_X3vnS8FvFYFeM2JoifhNYWOOjLlqy9Vu5PEjZLt2AB5fM6WBnAHUOwlpVjblxL_q4btBLBEzHQ8ITSJFnW33x1yHqTtK_FuNd9pV2APKWf/s400/IMG_4963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726615520130827522" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For Palm Sunday our friend's the Sang's invited us over for some delicious food and a chance to catch up while the kiddies hung out. It was nice to have the kids off playing on their own while we actually enjoyed a meal sitting down at a table, with adult conversation. The kids had lunch and then played (aka destroyed the Sang's house) and then piled up on the couch to watch some cartoons. It was a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Too bad tomorrow's monday and we all have to go back to work!</div>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-52149471685828641422012-03-30T10:40:00.000-04:002012-03-30T11:41:40.382-04:00Oh My Goodness!!!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSQtGEU55gY3xrJAo1U6RgNCNZOWPCfRlQKokvUQ0SJ79tB853SeYfxz4MXQ0vFeQJvOA3sHc8v2Top2AoGyMsqiVohiPqoszQsiFlEWbnGa48lRFaeqiaRd3B6X1ccqkCKOTeEX96vqY/s1600/photo-772473.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721989395080532738" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSQtGEU55gY3xrJAo1U6RgNCNZOWPCfRlQKokvUQ0SJ79tB853SeYfxz4MXQ0vFeQJvOA3sHc8v2Top2AoGyMsqiVohiPqoszQsiFlEWbnGa48lRFaeqiaRd3B6X1ccqkCKOTeEX96vqY/s320/photo-772473.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">This is what Mikaela does if you say "oh my goodness" she throws one of her hands on her head. </p>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-50449557958938908192012-03-29T22:12:00.003-04:002012-03-29T22:13:46.514-04:00Date Night<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHi6YkRRDjjDj5dE3GP4DGXlCDb-M323tkPCKRx9-imGP4mM4PuT52dJ8JtKi6kGzi8erFvHnSoWPWDaJZV-RwUFKD47FbFG83AGR6MKrJOTL7C4j4jeOSb2jTfHiHt7kvjk7XMdUFG_1q/s1600/529336_10150614817147477_707852476_9548883_2044937753_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHi6YkRRDjjDj5dE3GP4DGXlCDb-M323tkPCKRx9-imGP4mM4PuT52dJ8JtKi6kGzi8erFvHnSoWPWDaJZV-RwUFKD47FbFG83AGR6MKrJOTL7C4j4jeOSb2jTfHiHt7kvjk7XMdUFG_1q/s400/529336_10150614817147477_707852476_9548883_2044937753_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725507604646150130" /></a><br />Gotta take advantage of having the parents around!!Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-10847708875250113482012-03-29T22:09:00.002-04:002012-03-29T22:11:37.578-04:00Horsing AroundNaomi and Mikaela both love riding on the princess cars and trikes in our house. It was only a matter of time before they made the trike a two person ride. Mikaela turned the trunk of the trike into a second seat.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KNqTexvgxejc1Tvxl71zvy8nbOndpfHSGOLELkVqRFHILMTIdWMoqX7ML08k-bLCp-EME5xclf9ctcx0USypA9_tCVLI7fc-GAOm8K1NOnSeNH3wSUjm2kpzd6_9pS6Q0NErISTRCdwi/s1600/IMG_8282.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KNqTexvgxejc1Tvxl71zvy8nbOndpfHSGOLELkVqRFHILMTIdWMoqX7ML08k-bLCp-EME5xclf9ctcx0USypA9_tCVLI7fc-GAOm8K1NOnSeNH3wSUjm2kpzd6_9pS6Q0NErISTRCdwi/s400/IMG_8282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725506968341295362" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXVYfxAnzXQQeLlA__XnckqlJv8VuJbXUp9mvq4NKTPprrSE7cTfkvznfCWmBin7jHb7zPKspA4IL-F3jOFpFymNLlh18iOnEx36IhXoYXkxtj_SU8kWSwWO7OAHvsrGJtnb4wT60turV/s1600/IMG_8275.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXVYfxAnzXQQeLlA__XnckqlJv8VuJbXUp9mvq4NKTPprrSE7cTfkvznfCWmBin7jHb7zPKspA4IL-F3jOFpFymNLlh18iOnEx36IhXoYXkxtj_SU8kWSwWO7OAHvsrGJtnb4wT60turV/s400/IMG_8275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725506959415197906" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSs7RiCtL7tcHl3_4-tFjPC4qXPxH8LXWXlKK_d4IhJEMggdMGxlcMMSC_t36iWfbntPDZS5GktaBCiQFG-N2TyAzNF1lBmYHLQ-AXOVD2hO5ItpZ7hIqAEvRrsYioQXh-yvBrl_U0SK9m/s1600/IMG_8279.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSs7RiCtL7tcHl3_4-tFjPC4qXPxH8LXWXlKK_d4IhJEMggdMGxlcMMSC_t36iWfbntPDZS5GktaBCiQFG-N2TyAzNF1lBmYHLQ-AXOVD2hO5ItpZ7hIqAEvRrsYioQXh-yvBrl_U0SK9m/s400/IMG_8279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725506946497187106" /></a>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-64881763585704730732012-03-26T07:57:00.002-04:002012-03-26T11:29:35.442-04:00Sisterly love<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2hqE1Z0TmtgNp5veWgjV823GmWFlEuckpCgCbV9tjI_TzH40n4FBIq8FzKTTBvyFt8ltjlhepSjInpDBT3SvoWFnF8toH996Z6KOgIEv4YARFcaXmqM7cLcViXDVi1U71RDyR_lHPNxd/s1600/photo-760471.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724173760750398786" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2hqE1Z0TmtgNp5veWgjV823GmWFlEuckpCgCbV9tjI_TzH40n4FBIq8FzKTTBvyFt8ltjlhepSjInpDBT3SvoWFnF8toH996Z6KOgIEv4YARFcaXmqM7cLcViXDVi1U71RDyR_lHPNxd/s320/photo-760471.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-51034102832154670122012-03-20T10:42:00.006-04:002012-03-22T07:03:41.964-04:00Nay Nay and Cee Cee<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUYjBEbvU0NM-jXlNlX8AoxQOb4uLOilSjhbjMkhayhCmaS24_WetUVh0I4CWM1Tk5NrCGUfvL65lcB-4gGLRV84u17uzaEfxkSivFkyFjunDq-9LGlQ__iNuP_uIc_-yc5vVVhStWlQsR/s1600/photo-780676.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721989863628886754" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUYjBEbvU0NM-jXlNlX8AoxQOb4uLOilSjhbjMkhayhCmaS24_WetUVh0I4CWM1Tk5NrCGUfvL65lcB-4gGLRV84u17uzaEfxkSivFkyFjunDq-9LGlQ__iNuP_uIc_-yc5vVVhStWlQsR/s320/photo-780676.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p class="mobile-photo">Naomi's has a best friend at school. They are seriously the silliest kids, calling each other Nay Nay and Cee Cee. </p>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-85447636398138086922012-03-20T10:42:00.004-04:002012-03-21T10:54:07.676-04:00Memory<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbTbpTEczp79zAydY64rPMBhjcwgBTW_ElIkzsSXfGf62olfhcASXVW-I0TsypxH-nVq0XEu__0muaaG8dIhvR4T6VO6xw4fNU4RxuLtKqoL23vJ4K7Xhthr6dhLlnuurZ8pwdoGTCHiQT/s1600/photo-778630.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721990276413023890" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbTbpTEczp79zAydY64rPMBhjcwgBTW_ElIkzsSXfGf62olfhcASXVW-I0TsypxH-nVq0XEu__0muaaG8dIhvR4T6VO6xw4fNU4RxuLtKqoL23vJ4K7Xhthr6dhLlnuurZ8pwdoGTCHiQT/s320/photo-778630.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p class="mobile-photo">Naomi has incredible memory. Last year, Austin picked up this little memory game for her. She easily schooled all of us in it, and after awhile had all the cards memorized, so it wasn't really much of a challenge since she knew exactly which pieces to pick up without even looking at the card. Now she's moved into bigger sets with 72 cards and can still beat most of her opponents. This past weekend she challenged both her Nai Nai and Yeh Yeh...lets just say, youth reigned victorious. </p>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-17842886593333379522012-03-19T11:21:00.000-04:002012-03-19T11:22:01.748-04:00"Mommy"Mikaela’s really good at saying the word, “Mommy”. Of course she has no idea what it means. Or maybe she does.<br />Every time she wants something, especially when it’s more food, she yells out, “mommy!” Over and over again until she gets what she wants.<br />My theory is that she’s so used to hearing Naomi say, “mommy, can I have”, or “Mommy, I need, “ or “Mommy I want” etc, so of course, she’s learned that “mommy” is simply the term to use when she needs something.<br /><br />She also knows the word, “Apple” which we got really excited about last week because she pointed to an apple and said it. But then later this weekend she was holding a ball and said, “apple” as well. Oh well. <br />Other words she’s picked up: “Uh-Oh” whenever something drops, “Whoa” when she’s excited, “up” when she wants to be picked up.Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-2279913285273026952012-03-19T08:35:00.002-04:002012-03-19T08:44:47.262-04:00Growing up and learning to let go<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2S66wr2Cl_C12csgRcKWk5qWvjBoHlQuLJPUgvwXESAfBPGmNfK2Hp4hl1Xn4W52dHvNGl4VNfYrL0lu_eAnkPQqclrnZ3HtPa3gfNA6NRVP6eX2dXq2RJAQktp_HcrXI8KZtwF7L7d6/s1600/IMG_0968-727664.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721585904489965714" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2S66wr2Cl_C12csgRcKWk5qWvjBoHlQuLJPUgvwXESAfBPGmNfK2Hp4hl1Xn4W52dHvNGl4VNfYrL0lu_eAnkPQqclrnZ3HtPa3gfNA6NRVP6eX2dXq2RJAQktp_HcrXI8KZtwF7L7d6/s320/IMG_0968-727664.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p class="mobile-photo">The weather is quickly turning to spring, although, did we ever really have a winter this year? Not that I’m complaining. We enjoyed the warmer weather this weekend and spent some time outdoors. Austin’s mom and dad have been visiting us this past week, so the girls got to spend some extra quality time with them as well. On Saturday, we all went out for a walk for lunch, and stopped by the local bike store. At a playdate last week, Naomi had a chance to ride her friend Emily’s “big girl bike”. She could barely reach the pedals, and had a hard time getting the bike to move at all. I spent a lot of the afternoon pushing her around the block while Emily zoomed around us. That experience definitely wet Naomi’s appetite for getting her own big girl bike, and after watching how well Emily could ride, I realized we definitely should be spending more time outdoors just playing with all of the outdoor toys we have. Sometimes we get so tired and busy from work, it’s just easier to let the girls play indoors in a contained environment. Anyway, at the bike shop, they had two bikes which Naomi could fit, she picked the pink one, surprise!<br />After lunch she spent the afternoon practicing, I’m so impressed at how good she’s gotten. She practiced more on Sunday afternoon as well, and can confidently pedal all by herself now, in fact if I try to grab the handle bars she’ll usually knock my hands off. She can turn on her own (with only one small spill so far), break, and is starting to get more confident with braking.<br />Watching her bike around, I couldn’t help by get a little anxious. Ok, a lot anxious. When she goes down hill, it took a lot for me to not yell out for her to slow down, or to simply grab the bike and slow her down myself. I kept having to brush off thoughts of her falling and getting all scraped up. When she did fall down yesterday, it took a lot for me to not rush to her and baby her immediately. Instead, knowing it was a small spill, I stood back and let her pick herself up, and watched with pride as she jumped back on her bike, instead of wimping out and declaring she was done.<br />I guess we’re all growing up in a way. </p>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-23052253452174671032012-02-24T15:01:00.002-05:002012-02-24T15:07:12.043-05:00A Visit from the denistAt the daycare, a pediatric dentist paid Naomi's class a visit a few weeks ago. She's seen the dentist several times, and has had a dentist visit the school in the past as well, but this time, the visit really caught her attention. Apparently the dentist talked about how sugar was bad for your teeth, and that there was lots of sugar in juice and candy. <div>Not exactly sure what she said, but Naomi is now incredibly scared of eating candy and refuses to drink any kind of juice and just prefers water. Fine by me!! </div><div><br /></div><div>One thing that made us laugh, and worry at the same time, was that it was a female dentist that went to visit the school. When Naomi saw me she said, "Mommy, the FAKE dentist came to visit us today!" When I asked her why she was fake, she said it was because she was a girl. Since then I've been trying to explain to her that girls can be dentists, doctors, etc. Didn't realize I'd have to teach my 3 year old about women's rights!</div><div><br /></div><div>The funny thing is that a week after the dentist paid a visit to the school, we had our own appointment with the pediatric dentist, which happens to be the same practice as the visiting dentist. Naomi's regular dentist must have been out, because she ended up getting Dr. Choi, who was the female dentist that visited her school. I think that helped reinforce the message that she wasn't a fake dentist =)</div>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-47225953328835452062012-02-23T14:23:00.002-05:002012-02-24T15:01:46.960-05:00First Words<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhHx-iagFXBamPd1w1F1nxr0KSkL941FTuwCxFMGV9-ugw-htAvaxlSk2IyN_Sos5vd7C1X6XfgUInG1NLnZsQTfUk9H0mY_t5muVVYM8nDXyJf2SmPjgJ-dXi0pnOvpE65OwNXrxX2Nf/s1600/photo-778797.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhHx-iagFXBamPd1w1F1nxr0KSkL941FTuwCxFMGV9-ugw-htAvaxlSk2IyN_Sos5vd7C1X6XfgUInG1NLnZsQTfUk9H0mY_t5muVVYM8nDXyJf2SmPjgJ-dXi0pnOvpE65OwNXrxX2Nf/s320/photo-778797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712414224037622770" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">Mikaela is pretty good at imitating some of our sounds, but I'm never really sure if she understands any of the words she's saying. Last week when I went to pick her up from daycare, she reached up to me and said, "Up!" And today I asked her if she wanted more cheerios and she said, "No" and vehemently shook her head, then she burst into giggles at the realization that she had said a word. Or maybe it was cause Naomi and I were both shouting in excitement, "SHE SAID NO!!!"</p><p class="mobile-photo">I know in a few months I'll wish she still couldn't say "no", but for now it's all very exciting. </p>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-84948208506890037562012-02-23T14:00:00.002-05:002012-02-23T14:07:51.369-05:00Naomi-ism'sI'm obsessed with Downton Abbey. I finished both seasons in less than a week. Thankfully, both Mikaela and Naomi, for some odd reason, like watching the show as well. Watching with Naomi definitely requires patience though as she likes to ask questions throughout the entire show. She does say the funniest things though. Here are two of her quotes:<br /><br />Naomi: "Why is Matthew with the wrong girl!! What a mix up!!"<br /><br />After a scene where one of the maid's enters into one of the many grand rooms in the mansion -<br />Naomi: "mommy, that looks like our house"Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-91453969710826217902012-02-10T13:10:00.002-05:002012-02-10T13:14:59.261-05:00Diaper Free and only ThreeLOL that is my attempt at rhyming. So clever I am. <div>So after months of Naomi waking up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, having to deal with her sleep diaper, taking it off, putting it back on, we decided it was time for her to be in undies, 24/7. No more diapers! We tried awhile back when she seemed to be sleeping the entire night and waking up with dry diapers, but on the first day she soaked the bed. She was distraught at having to wear diapers again, but seriously, it was not fun changing all her sheets in the middle of the night. </div><div>But now she can get out of bed and go to the bathroom on her own, but she couldn't while wearing a diaper, so why not just put her in underwear and tell her to go on her own if she has to!? Seemed like a good plan at first. </div><div>Except the first day I told her to do that, she "HAD" to go pee 50 times before 9pm. Every 2 minutes I'd hear her feet landing on the floor as she jumped out of bed, tromped over to the bathroom, and did the whole routine. </div><div>Thankfully the excitement and freedom of being able to leave her room on her own at night has worn off, so she's only going when she needs to go.</div><div>But here's knocking on wood for no accidents in the near future. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-76399479046042815642012-02-08T14:52:00.002-05:002012-02-08T14:54:24.884-05:00Cutest Pats fans ever<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhydjSlwJRBZkNbUoLmB0r_DltBEpi7bpKTKKSJrDhcQ4CgQ9t4JHFOyJzQ4A7x9N86ucFnHZr9D57CBUxdjCBCeRyN3t1VEvO0ekBVbsqt-YVQG6AgQXLGirvYdZmLL08QPqKT4bgTbLjS/s1600/photo-785153.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706855272772096978" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhydjSlwJRBZkNbUoLmB0r_DltBEpi7bpKTKKSJrDhcQ4CgQ9t4JHFOyJzQ4A7x9N86ucFnHZr9D57CBUxdjCBCeRyN3t1VEvO0ekBVbsqt-YVQG6AgQXLGirvYdZmLL08QPqKT4bgTbLjS/s320/photo-785153.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Naomi's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13925492282321167423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-60543991567368632052012-01-29T21:48:00.002-05:002012-01-29T21:53:38.801-05:00Saying Goodbye<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi91kjaY8dqWIllcCqp2qOUBenuxxPsK2z_l1kb_VGJuvM1nQJJQQyjq3v25rRP0i7GiwOmh9B4HOfymHB6d1ZWc1OtkTqwUoarhu9zeT724GheUQaYDxIt2_Bqy6OhzFkVr8uBoGbNFnAg/s1600/IMG_2120.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi91kjaY8dqWIllcCqp2qOUBenuxxPsK2z_l1kb_VGJuvM1nQJJQQyjq3v25rRP0i7GiwOmh9B4HOfymHB6d1ZWc1OtkTqwUoarhu9zeT724GheUQaYDxIt2_Bqy6OhzFkVr8uBoGbNFnAg/s400/IMG_2120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703252751476726418" /></a><br />Today we said goodbye to an incredible woman, Austin's grandmother, the girl's great-grandmother, Ren-Ren. We spent the weekend with Austin's family, and I got to learn so much about his grandmother. Even though the stories I heard were probably only a fraction of who she was, I in awe at how amazing she was and only wish I could have gotten to know her more. I'm grateful Naomi was able to visit with her a couple of times and only wish Mikaela could have met her as well. We're extremely thankful to have been given the opportunity to say goodbye and for all that she has done in her life to influence all of our lives.Naomi's Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365790025399348413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484024250289602873.post-82646406603077368642012-01-29T21:35:00.003-05:002012-01-29T21:42:23.187-05:00Mikaela 1 yr stats<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCsjeJJNUhFbYY3ZL3L7Fi9DzJM4KbdPnd4k_VjXsNzbAk-VdwvvTicsHpp9mliKXS_HGaih1HT_Pc6jOZglmRhSQP2RwIihDb9gqmpL17D2ZnQxWbKTyYXPBh3Or9ST6c3WMeg6UxlmmR/s1600/DSC_1439.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCsjeJJNUhFbYY3ZL3L7Fi9DzJM4KbdPnd4k_VjXsNzbAk-VdwvvTicsHpp9mliKXS_HGaih1HT_Pc6jOZglmRhSQP2RwIihDb9gqmpL17D2ZnQxWbKTyYXPBh3Or9ST6c3WMeg6UxlmmR/s400/DSC_1439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703249724251791698" /></a><br />Here are Mikaela's 1yr stats from her most recent doctor's appointment:<br /><br />Weight: 16lbs 9 oz (7%)<br />Length: 27 3/4 inches (8%)<br />Head: 45.5cm (64%)<br /><br /><a href="http://naomiwei.blogspot.com/2009/06/12-months.html">Naomi's 1yr stats</a>Naomi's Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365790025399348413noreply@blogger.com0