just for you." And I don't think Cam was meaning as a birthday present.
Chelane is a cutie and Cam and I are already looking forward to her dating years with cringes and shudders. Today when she woke up from her nap she was cooing and playing with Cam when I heard him say, "I am going to have to get a nice 12 gauge, just for you..."
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Stagnant
I really hate when blogs get to be more than a week old. I read many friends blogs and frankly get annoyed if there is nothing new for a while (*cough* Christine *cough*). While I was thinking about this today I realized MY last blog post wasn't very recent itself, so to avoid being a hypocrite and annoying myself I decided I should write something intelligent, witty, and above all engrossing for all my blog readers... but I couldn't come up with anything.
Cam is still waiting to hear back from job applications. He is thinking (I think he is thinking at least, sometimes it is hard to tell with him... and sometimes his opinions and plans change quickly... sometimes I wonder if he is pregnant... oh shoot, where was I? Oh yes...) of applying with the Washington State Patrol (WSP) again (he applied back before Dallas was born while we were living in Utah but they somehow missed that he was out of state so we never got the info packet that he needed and it turned out to be a big mess so Cam just said "no" and focused on something else), but he needs his discharge papers from the Army reserve and we just found the form that he needs to fill out to request it. Average response time is 2.9 weeks, but that is including all the really, really old forms from before the 70's that they have to dig up. Hopefully the response time will only be a week or two. I guess if he doesn't end up wanting to apply with the WSP having his papers isn't a bad thing anyway; who knows, other employers may want the papers too.
I have applied for two positions with the Kent School District, both para-educator positions. I have to go through some tests and classes and who-knows-what-else to actually teach and I don't know if that is what I want to do anyway *sigh*. I just finished filling out an application that I will probably go drop off or mail tomorrow for the Auburn School District (again para-educator).
Yeah, I know, this is all over stimulating to the point of unconsciousness.
Dallas on the other hand is making some progress in social abilities since we moved up to the great Northwest. We went to Grandma's "Moving and Grooving" class at the Children's Therapy Center last Friday (and will be going again this Friday, it is an every Friday sorta thing). They have a play-time then a singing-time then another play-time followed by a group activity. At the end of the first play-time Dallas had some reluctance to put the toys away and go sit in the circle. At the end of the second play-time he picked up and walked himself over to the circle to do the group activity without any prompting. Yesterday we went to a story-time (that really wasn't a story-time, it was an activity reserved by some mother-group, but they let us stay anyway) at the Maple Valley Library and Dallas would get up and dance with the other kids at appropriate times and then come back to sit with me. He still doesn't obey all the time and he still has some fits, but the kids is improving lots.
Chelane is a talking machine. I think her and Dallas will probably progress with their talking together (I believe she will be an early talker). She is babbling up a storm in her crib right now actually, and the babbling is getting progressivily more annoyed sounding... I think she may be hungry so I should probably get on that...
Cam is still waiting to hear back from job applications. He is thinking (I think he is thinking at least, sometimes it is hard to tell with him... and sometimes his opinions and plans change quickly... sometimes I wonder if he is pregnant... oh shoot, where was I? Oh yes...) of applying with the Washington State Patrol (WSP) again (he applied back before Dallas was born while we were living in Utah but they somehow missed that he was out of state so we never got the info packet that he needed and it turned out to be a big mess so Cam just said "no" and focused on something else), but he needs his discharge papers from the Army reserve and we just found the form that he needs to fill out to request it. Average response time is 2.9 weeks, but that is including all the really, really old forms from before the 70's that they have to dig up. Hopefully the response time will only be a week or two. I guess if he doesn't end up wanting to apply with the WSP having his papers isn't a bad thing anyway; who knows, other employers may want the papers too.
I have applied for two positions with the Kent School District, both para-educator positions. I have to go through some tests and classes and who-knows-what-else to actually teach and I don't know if that is what I want to do anyway *sigh*. I just finished filling out an application that I will probably go drop off or mail tomorrow for the Auburn School District (again para-educator).
Yeah, I know, this is all over stimulating to the point of unconsciousness.
Dallas on the other hand is making some progress in social abilities since we moved up to the great Northwest. We went to Grandma's "Moving and Grooving" class at the Children's Therapy Center last Friday (and will be going again this Friday, it is an every Friday sorta thing). They have a play-time then a singing-time then another play-time followed by a group activity. At the end of the first play-time Dallas had some reluctance to put the toys away and go sit in the circle. At the end of the second play-time he picked up and walked himself over to the circle to do the group activity without any prompting. Yesterday we went to a story-time (that really wasn't a story-time, it was an activity reserved by some mother-group, but they let us stay anyway) at the Maple Valley Library and Dallas would get up and dance with the other kids at appropriate times and then come back to sit with me. He still doesn't obey all the time and he still has some fits, but the kids is improving lots.
Chelane is a talking machine. I think her and Dallas will probably progress with their talking together (I believe she will be an early talker). She is babbling up a storm in her crib right now actually, and the babbling is getting progressivily more annoyed sounding... I think she may be hungry so I should probably get on that...
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Because You Were Wondering
Cam says he never posts anything because he had nothing to say.
(Oh and please scroll down, I did post two other things today)
(Oh and please scroll down, I did post two other things today)
A Plethora of Pictures
I am sure you are all happy to see the title of this post. My posts have been very picture-less the last month.
This first picture is Dallas playing in a box again, but if you will notice the box is very small. He smooshed himself in it and proceeded to watch TV. I guess the box (and the way Dallas had to fold himself up to fit inside) was more comfortable than it looked.
This next picture is another marker mishap. Apparently he put it in his mouth and up his nose. What a lucky marker... (sorry about the booger shot).
Some night in the middle of December (before we moved) I went in Dallas' room after some WoW to make sure he was covered before I went to bed. This nightly ritual used to include putting Dallas back into his bed, but we hadn't had to do that since the summer really. I had to that night though. Dallas' closet had been cleared out and packed so there was ample space inside. Yes, our son came out of the closet...
These next two pictures I just took and not only show off the quirky personality of Dallas but also the amazing PJ's I made for him while in Canada with quite a bit of help from Cam's mom. The print was some little frogs and bubbles with green buttons. I was counting up to three and telling him to smile before I took this picture. The mouth shape and hands are from him saying and signing "go" when I reached three.
I did it all except for putting the shoulder in and some of the piecing together (Cam's mom was nice enough to do those scary parts for me). However she wouldn't agree to put in the buttons or button holes. The PJ's were all done (hemmed and everything) except for the buttons and I just KNEW I was going to ruin the pj's then and there. Surprisingly it all went fine and other than the button holes being a little too far in they are perfect really. I give all the credit to Cam's mom and beginners luck (sorry for the runny nose picture).
This next photo was also taken today. I found where the amazing ergo baby carrier had been buried in the garage (with all the stuff we moved) and since I had already received a quick tutorial from Jen a few days before I decided to see if I could replicate what she did. And I did. I put Chelane in and carried her around the house for a little bit really loving the way it felt. I took it off and stowed it back in the box it came in.
A few minutes later Dallas comes out with the carrier wrapped around him the same way he saw mommy doing it. I put Cam's old, pink stuffed monkey Chee-chee in the carrier and cinched it up to a Dallas-size and let him walk around the house a bit. The picture got taken a few minutes after I had done this and, as you can see, he is already getting tired of it and taking the ergo off.
This first picture is Dallas playing in a box again, but if you will notice the box is very small. He smooshed himself in it and proceeded to watch TV. I guess the box (and the way Dallas had to fold himself up to fit inside) was more comfortable than it looked.
This next picture is another marker mishap. Apparently he put it in his mouth and up his nose. What a lucky marker... (sorry about the booger shot).
Some night in the middle of December (before we moved) I went in Dallas' room after some WoW to make sure he was covered before I went to bed. This nightly ritual used to include putting Dallas back into his bed, but we hadn't had to do that since the summer really. I had to that night though. Dallas' closet had been cleared out and packed so there was ample space inside. Yes, our son came out of the closet...
These next two pictures I just took and not only show off the quirky personality of Dallas but also the amazing PJ's I made for him while in Canada with quite a bit of help from Cam's mom. The print was some little frogs and bubbles with green buttons. I was counting up to three and telling him to smile before I took this picture. The mouth shape and hands are from him saying and signing "go" when I reached three.
I did it all except for putting the shoulder in and some of the piecing together (Cam's mom was nice enough to do those scary parts for me). However she wouldn't agree to put in the buttons or button holes. The PJ's were all done (hemmed and everything) except for the buttons and I just KNEW I was going to ruin the pj's then and there. Surprisingly it all went fine and other than the button holes being a little too far in they are perfect really. I give all the credit to Cam's mom and beginners luck (sorry for the runny nose picture).
This next photo was also taken today. I found where the amazing ergo baby carrier had been buried in the garage (with all the stuff we moved) and since I had already received a quick tutorial from Jen a few days before I decided to see if I could replicate what she did. And I did. I put Chelane in and carried her around the house for a little bit really loving the way it felt. I took it off and stowed it back in the box it came in.
A few minutes later Dallas comes out with the carrier wrapped around him the same way he saw mommy doing it. I put Cam's old, pink stuffed monkey Chee-chee in the carrier and cinched it up to a Dallas-size and let him walk around the house a bit. The picture got taken a few minutes after I had done this and, as you can see, he is already getting tired of it and taking the ergo off.
Recooperation
It has been a long while since the last post. I apologize. Cam and I took the kids up to Vanderhoof, British Columbia for Christmas. It was pretty cold, and "warmed-up" to about 20 degrees F near the end of the visit (it had been negative 20 degrees near the time we arrived). Cam's sister had a snowsuit and gloves her boys had outgrown so Dallas was able to go sledding and play in the abundant snow.
Cam took Dallas outside to play, did odd jobs for his parents around the house, took the kids and me around to visit his friends, and participated in a basketball tournament at his old high school. The tournament was all alumni (or current faculty) and the current varsity team. The alumni were split into three groups: the fresh out of high school (I am guessing 20 and under), Cam's age (20-30ish), and the well experienced (30+). They did a "round robin" thing (so each team played 3 games, one in the morning, one in the afternoon and one in the evening) with and hour or so break in between. Dallas, Chelane and I made it to the 4th quarter on of each game and sometimes saw the whole 2nd half. Well, Cam's team went undefeated. It seemed that they had pretty steady energy and most other teams peaked around half-time and peetered out by the end. Anyway Cam seemed to have lots of fun at his old stomping ground.
I spent most of the time sewing. I made Dallas some PJ's (Cam's mom did the arms for me though), and 3 flannel blankets for Chelane. Cam's mom made Dallas a stick horse head (that we still need to stuff and put on a stick). We also managed to find Cam's old teddy bear and stuffed monkey named "Chee-Chee" that Cam's mom generously fixed up and laundered till they looked practically new (I took them home with us).
Dallas spent lots of time playing with his five and three year-old boy cousins that live close by and exploring the basement of the house. We didn't bring a booster seat for him so I am sad to say he lived off of cereal for most of the vacation (it was impossible to make him sit for an extended period of time and eat). He also started to sing along with hymns at church (before you get too excited let me tell you he isn't saying any lyrics or even staying with the melody, he just sort of sustains a note...)
Chelane was held and fought over by uncles and aunts and grandma and kept mostly indoors and wrapped in blankets.
I am sure I will take and post some pictures soon, but for now we are still trying to get settled in and I need to clean out the camera... we don't have a memory stick so I holds about ten photos...
Cam took Dallas outside to play, did odd jobs for his parents around the house, took the kids and me around to visit his friends, and participated in a basketball tournament at his old high school. The tournament was all alumni (or current faculty) and the current varsity team. The alumni were split into three groups: the fresh out of high school (I am guessing 20 and under), Cam's age (20-30ish), and the well experienced (30+). They did a "round robin" thing (so each team played 3 games, one in the morning, one in the afternoon and one in the evening) with and hour or so break in between. Dallas, Chelane and I made it to the 4th quarter on of each game and sometimes saw the whole 2nd half. Well, Cam's team went undefeated. It seemed that they had pretty steady energy and most other teams peaked around half-time and peetered out by the end. Anyway Cam seemed to have lots of fun at his old stomping ground.
I spent most of the time sewing. I made Dallas some PJ's (Cam's mom did the arms for me though), and 3 flannel blankets for Chelane. Cam's mom made Dallas a stick horse head (that we still need to stuff and put on a stick). We also managed to find Cam's old teddy bear and stuffed monkey named "Chee-Chee" that Cam's mom generously fixed up and laundered till they looked practically new (I took them home with us).
Dallas spent lots of time playing with his five and three year-old boy cousins that live close by and exploring the basement of the house. We didn't bring a booster seat for him so I am sad to say he lived off of cereal for most of the vacation (it was impossible to make him sit for an extended period of time and eat). He also started to sing along with hymns at church (before you get too excited let me tell you he isn't saying any lyrics or even staying with the melody, he just sort of sustains a note...)
Chelane was held and fought over by uncles and aunts and grandma and kept mostly indoors and wrapped in blankets.
I am sure I will take and post some pictures soon, but for now we are still trying to get settled in and I need to clean out the camera... we don't have a memory stick so I holds about ten photos...
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