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Showing posts with label crazy kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazy kids. Show all posts
Nov. 24: Technology
This blog challenge that I’m half quarter third-assing? Yeah, it’s goin’ just super. Today’s prompt is technology, which is perfect because I wanted to post this photo anyway.
Tina, my dear, sweet neighbor-friend, Instagrammed a pic of her kid playing in boxes.
Pretty cute, right? But the part I really love is the comment Tina’s middle kid wrote to complain about Tina’s oldest kid.
I’m sure Tina will stop her busy moving project… read comments on Instagram… drop everything… drag Alex from his awesome box fort and load him in the car… and race home to mediate whatever injustice is being done. Yep.
Ah, technology. Thanks to social media, when kids are home alone they can whine to their parents in real time. In my day we met them at the door, sometimes bloodied, always emotionally scarred, and promptly ruined their evening.
I can’t decide which is better.
Yep, I’m doing another blog challenge. This one is photo-riffic!
Jun. 24: But they’re *our* little freaks
We’ve done this kid exchange many times now—since our kids are the same gender and age and get along well, we’d be stupid not to—and over the years we’ve debated who gets the worse end of the deal. Sometimes the girls are more trouble; sometimes the boys. And nowadays it’s not so much that they’re trouble as they’re completely, totally nut-job wacko .
For instance, on the way into Blockbuster, Alec suggested they walk like E.T. This is not a pretty look for a kid. Hell, it wasn’t a pretty look for E.T. And since they kept turning around to see my reaction, there was no way I could pretend they weren’t with me, so there I marched, behind two little freaks, into the video store. Once inside, the E.T. walk continued, and on top of that, they added a thorough discussion of every Wii game in the store, which made them sound like Vulcan ear-wearing mini-nerds. I stood off to the side and pretended not to know them. As we were eventually the only people in the store, I was probably unsuccessful.
On the way home, the boys noticed the fireworks stands that have popped up along Sunnyside. Their conversation made me laugh:
Jack: I like burning ants with the sparkling things.
Alec: Sparklers?
Jack: Yeah, those stick things. You put ‘em right on the ants.
Alec: It’s fun because the ants get on fire.
(Cassie, I do believe this is how a serial killer gets his start.)
When we got home, they eagerly opened their rental, only to find the guy had given us a PS3 game instead of the Wii disc. Back we went. The boys were really worked up by now, and it was constant chatter the whole way:
Alec: Hey! That’s where my grandma lives! Wait, that’s the dentist.
Jack: Mom, did you hear that? Alec thinks his dentist is his grandma.
Alec: Wait, no. My grandma lives there.
Jack: Your grandma lives in the gas station bathroom? That’s stinky.
[Cue ten solid minutes of laughter for the dumbest joke ever. At least it made them forget to do that creepy E.T. walk.]
This morning I went downstairs and found Jack and Alec playing the game again (still?). The Oreos were gone and the breakfast bars were unopened. I tried for a few somewhat-healthy snacks, I did! As I waited for my coffee to brew, I listened to their game convo:
Jack: We need to buy a ray shield protector for the base so the AT-AT can’t destroy our landing station.
Alec: Let’s get a speeder bike first! And a launcher. THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME! We need cookies.
Gah. These are a pair of 9-year-olds who are well on their way to being Cheetos-addicted, convention-attending, living-in-our-basements-when-they’re-40, stormtrooper costume-wearing virgins. Dina, in case you’re laughing your ass off at Cassie’s and my futures, you’re not exactly off the hook—Jack has accidentally called Alec “Blaine” several times. I think that must mean something.
Cassie, next time I want the girls. And let’s make it soon, before they get all weird.
Dec. 21: Daybook
The good thing about my computer working again, of course, is that it has most of my files on it and I don’t have to go looking for the latest version of them on all the different computers I’ve been using. The bad thing is it appears that Microsoft Office no longer resides on my hard drive. Microsoft Office, y’know, the suite of applications that absolutely helps me sort out my life and work and inner child and alternate personalities. Don’t act like you don’t feel the same way about Office. You know you do. Until I find my original setup CD, I shall curse without ceasing. You might want to plug your ears.
…
OK, all done for now.
Oh, and I fixed the comma key that wasn’t working by shaking my laptop upside down. Beads dropped out of the keyboard. Teeny, tiny, little seed beads. I need to do my computing and my beading in different places, it would seem.
Today…
This weekend, I… did some shopping, wrapped lots of gifts, finished our Christmas letter, made some gifts, dragged my husband to stores he hates, and watched holiday movies. Except for a little stress, it was loads of fun.
I am thinking... that I might be done feeling overwhelmed, but I’m probably not. Even though the Christmas cards are almost all delivered—and that was a huge project—I still have Poker Night on Thursday to prepare for, as well as our Christmas Eve bash. This might just be the last of my sanity you’ll ever see, people.
I am thankful... that Victor’s been so willing to help me with our holiday preparations this year. I typically don’t ask him for help, or can’t count on him to help, but this year he’s really come through for me. Us. Whatever. We only got our cards out because he did most of the work. Yay, Vic!
I am working on... straightening up the house because we’ve got people coming over for the next several evenings. I’m super-excited to host these events, but I would d-i-e-DIE if anyone saw my kitchen table right now.
I am going... to go shopping for something scary today or tomorrow. I need some kind of goodie for a gift exchange party tomorrow night at Cindi’s, and it has to be “scandalous.” I don’t do “scandalous.” I do “sweet” or “adorable” or “funny” or “weird.” Not “scandalous.”
Around the house... it definitely looks like Christmas. Such fun!
One of my favorite things... is how much Scout loves the Christmas tree (see below).
Plans for the rest of the week: somethin’ fun at Cindi’s tomorrow, Poker Night on Thursday, our traditional Christmas Eve Chinese food dinner on Friday, and The Big Day on Saturday! Hooray!
Here’s an image I want to share:
So much for using the bears to keep the dog out from under the tree.
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Aug. 6: IDCEAYWTPFriday
It’s Friday, and that means you get a post called I Don’t Care Enough About You to Write in Transitioning Paragraphs Friday.
- This morning Katie and Jack stood and outside their rooms and argued. Jack said, “My [decorated] door looks cooler than your door.” Katie came back with, “My door is better organized.” Is that my girl, or what? Also, kind of a Miss Hospital Corners. So, y’know… yikes.
- Gilly is here with us for a couple weeks while Mom gallivants around the Northwest. The neighbor kids know Gilly now that he’s been here several times, so he gets to have mini-reunions every time our doorbell rings, which he loves more than a little bit. Earlier this week we walked him over to Fancy Lori™’s neighborhood for a play date with her puppy, Fancy Charlie™. How well it went depends on who you ask. We two-leggeds loved watching the dogs romp and chase. Gilly seemed a bit stressed over Charlie’s occasional over-exuberance. Charlie liked messin’ with Gilly except when Gilly tried to get his treats. Then Charlie became Snarly Charlie™, and who could blame him? They were LIVER treats. We’re hoping to get together again before Gilly leaves for more bark-y fun.
- Last night we came home early from dinner out with the fam because I was feeling so tired and needed to rest. About 20 minutes after I got home, Sunshine called and said she was kid-free and being impulsive and wanted to go to a movie. I got a burst of energy, I guess, because I got so excited to do something outside of my own house after 9:00, I said YES!!! without even thinking. Ten minutes after I got home I thought I’d collapse. I’m sure I’ll be paying for this adventure all day today, but it was tons o’ fun.
The movie we saw was Charlie St. Cloud, starring the very yummy Zac Efron. [Attention: if you are Sheila R, stop reading now or you’ll be sick. Everyone else is allowed to continue.] Sunshine and I both have the extreme cougar hots for Zac. I still haven’t figured out exactly what I thought of the movie, but I will say this: the lighting people did a VERY good job making Zac look all aglow in every scene. I imagine that’s how he and I would look in our everyday lives if I was 20 years younger and he met me and he loved me back and I had hair. Perfectly, attractively lit at all times. Yes, I’m quite sure.
- Jack starts flag football next week. He’s been dying to do this. He thinks he’s already awesome at football and I don’t have the heart to tell him he throws like a girl. No, he throws like Nana. If she were Stevie Wonder. I don’t really care if he ends up sucking at football; I’m glad he wants to try and just hope it doesn’t turn into another soccer experience. Jack ROCKED at soccer but hated the game.
- This was a week of eating in many restaurants. It was pretty great. Kim F’n, Sunshine and I had lunch out on Wednesday, and later Victor and I had date night. Yesterday Mom took us out to Biscuits Café for lunch—I had the OMG Eggs Benedict Corned Beef Hash (I added the ‘OMG’ because OMG, it was delicious)—and we belatedly celebrated Daryl’s birthday at yet another restaurant. So much good food! So much good company! Also, some tiny hands.
I had the pastrami fries at Kenny & Zuke’s. I ate approximately one-third before I gave up. That’s some serious meat and potatoes there! Sooo good, though. Love that deli. - In spite of all appearances otherwise, I’ve been feeling pretty crappy this past week. I’m so, so tired. I’ve also been having more trouble with numbness and tingling in my left hand. I can’t lift heavy things, and my thumb is especially hard to use. I joked earlier about it being an iPhone injury, but have since changed the way I hold my phone and use the computer, and I’m still having the problems. Hopefully I can find some resolution next week at chemo. I don’t have an appointment to see the oncologist, but the chemo nurses can ask her questions for me anyway.
- We have a busy weekend ahead. The kids are going to Grandpa & Grandma’s for one last sleepover with Presley tonight. Victor’s working both Saturday and Sunday, which is not so great, but that means he’ll have at least one day off next week. With all the hours being cut at the hospital, I guess it’s good that he has the chance to pick up an extra shift here and there. We have a wedding to go to Saturday evening. Mom will be back sometime on Sunday and will hang with us for a few days before venturing off yonder again.
- Two of my favorite photos from this week:
That there on either side of me are two of my favorite peoples!
(She always made me think I’d be struck by lightning if I ate bacon.)
(Because she used to be a little nutty.)
Have a great weekend! Many, many lovies—
Aug. 2: Daybook
Today…
Outside my window... it is sunny and beautiful. Bright blue sky. Not too hot yet. I am going to be out there in it soon. This is not a day to stay indoors.
I am thinking... of taking some water aerobics classes. I asked about them this morning at the aquatic center; when I explained my health situation the woman said, “You’d probably feel comfortable in the 11:00 class because there are mostly handicapped people in it.” I’ve never been called ‘handicapped’ before. Not sure I liked it. But I could probably out-aerobicize all o’ them wheelchair folk! I’m so in!
I am thankful for... my family. My good kids (today, anyway). My incredible friends. So many wonderful people in my life. Happiness.
I am wearing... jeans and a shirt. I’ll put on a scarf and shoes before I leave the house.
I am creating... an even bigger mess in my attempt to clean and sort closets. It’s wearing me out, but if I stop now, it’ll never get done. And I’m kinda cursing the fact that we recently downsized our garbage can, because we could really use the space right now. Thank goodness the recycle bin can be used for a lot of what we’re discarding.
I am going... shopping with the kids this afternoon. Katie needs a new lunchbox, and Jack needs shirts. Maybe a little something for Mommy too???
I am reading... nothing right now. The next book on my list, though, is by Pamela Ribon. Of course.
I am hoping... to get a nap this afternoon. My sleep during the night has been very tossy-turny and I’m not getting enough.
I am hearing... the kids fight over Vic’s birthday cake downstairs. I am not intervening because I don’t want any for myself. Otherwise, though, I’d be ‘punishing’ them for fighting. (Punishing = Mommy gets all the cake.)
One of my favorite things... is the fountain in our front yard. It makes a lovely sound, and it’s calming. When birds come to drink, all the better. It’s a sure sign that I’m getting old, isn’t it, when I can sit and watch water for long periods of time? Gah.
A few plans for the rest of the week: Jack’s swimming lessons, possibly some water aerobics for handicapped Jen, Mom and Gilly’s visit, blah blah blah. I wrote about this in my last post.
Here is picture for thought I am sharing:
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Jun. 14: True facks
Jack did an animal speech last week for a year-end second grade requirement. Do you remember giving a speech in second grade? Me neither. This one required a poster and comb-bound report, as well—something else I don’t remember having to do in second grade. Like Katie’s covered wagon assignment, I think this is just a test for the parents. Nevertheless…
Jack’s chosen topic was the creepiest creature he could think of: a vampire bat. I printed out a bunch of data from National Geographic and encyclopedia.com, and he chose the points he wanted to use in his report. It was pretty funny listening to him read through all of it, because he’d find something “really gross, Mom!” and read it to me right away. I was all, THIS IS WHAT ‘LEARNING’ IS, BOY, AND SOMETIMES IT’S KINDA COOL.
Except for printing out the pictures he chose, I didn’t help him much with his poster and hardly saw it until he brought it home. Fortunately, Mr. N liked it, because I was a little bit embarrassed when I gave it a good look this afternoon. Shall we dissect it? We shall.
All the photos are clickable for bigger versions.
The entire poster
Jack picked out a fitting Lettering Delights alphabet for the header.
He asked me to adjust the colors to be less Halloween-y and more bloody.
Then he drew in the blood drops and wrote “Facks about the…” above. I told him
the correct spelling of “facts” and he shrugged (how can a misspeller such as he be my boy???),
but it appears he corrected it at school.
He also drew in a crescent moon dripping blood. Why? I don’t know.
I love that he captioned this “vampire bat labled,” even though (again!) I wish
he’d asked for a little help on the spelling. Nothing like superfluous captions, right?
But what I really love about it is that he drew nipples and a belly button
on the bat. Bats are mammals, so they feed their babies with their boobies.
Duh, Mom!
Here’s another one of my favorite parts. All the red drawings are dead animals
that the bat has bitten. Now, forget the fact that being bit by a vampire bat
does not necessarily kill the animal; it’s way cooler if they’re dead.
I also like the proportions of the animals; that is one big-ass pig!
He made a big deal in his speech about how it’s rare for humans to be bitten
by vampire bats, so that explains the “no” symbol over the sad person who is “screm”-ing.
Another superfluous caption.
This picture convinced Jack that vampire bats have only four teeth because that’s all he could see.
I see at least seven, but whatevs.
See? Four teeth.
I do think the drawing of echolocation was pretty creative.
Really?
They’re babies?
In a hand?
Thanks, Science Guy!
A world diagram of where vampire bats live was one of Jack’s priorities
for his poster, but apparently the green areas alone weren’t clear
enough. He also added an explanatory title and wrote that they’re
in “South Amermica” and “Centra Mexico.”
And is that the International Date Line he drew on there?
That is one questionably brilliant boy.
I am soooo saving this poster for someday when we can all have a good chuckle over all its parts. Right now Vic and I are the only ones who get how goofy it is.
May 30: Girl-y weekend
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I had a fabulous weekend, and I’m exhausted, and I’m extra-glad that tomorrow’s a holiday so I have time to recuperate a bit before the busy-ness of a new week begins.
Yesterday afternoon April and I met up with our Boise girls, Deanna and Debi. They drove over to Portland for the long weekend and invited us to join them at their hotel downtown. We’ve all been friends since high school, and it had been way too long since we’d been together. We sat in their room and chatted for a while and then walked down to Kenny & Zuke’s for an amazing meal of pastrami Reubens. More chatting was followed by a walk back to the hotel and delightfully delicious cocktails, prepared by Debi. In case you were unaware, Debi is the best person EVER to have near a liquor cabinet.
Funny that we were all grateful for time away from our kids, but we talked about them more than anything else. Isn’t that just the way it goes? Of course, there was also much talk of our incredibly supportive and helpful husbands who single-parented for the weekend so we could be together. We love them! We adore them! We owe them big-time!
Of the four of us, three of us got a decent night’s sleep. Poor ______ had to deal with the other three’s snoring, and that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
I cannot even imagine where I would be today were it not for that handful of friends who have given me a heart full of joy. Let’s face it, friends make life a lot more fun.
This morning Deanna, Debi and I said good-bye to April—she had plans with her family—and walked down to Mother’s Bistro & Bar, where we enjoyed an amazing brunch.
ANOTHER TANGENT: You’ve heard my thoughts on the two Portland Lisa Schroeders—one is the nice, sweet, author friend of mine, and the other is the evil, screaming chef who screwed my 20th high school reunion. I just gotta say, Chef Lisa’s food is so delicious, you can almost forget she’s the Devil Incarnate. I hate being supportive of mean people, but I’m making an exception here. Soooo good.
Then came the shopping. Exciting news: Debi, Deanna, and I all have matching shoes now. This makes us utterly precious, doesn’t it? But these are super-duper cute shoes, right? And who could resist the bargain we found on them? Certainly not us.
Totally comfy. And did I mention PRECIOUS? Yes, we’re dorks.
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
I won’t bore you with photos of everything else we bought, but we totally wore ourselves out carrying all the heavy shopping bags. Our weekend together was short but cram-packed with treasures. We laughed and laughed so much. We shared silly and frustrating things about our kids, our friends, our coworkers. We used the “cancer card” whenever the opportunity came up. Many stories were prefaced with a strict order that “this is not for the blog!” (I think my friends don’t entirely trust me). We saw lots of volleyball players who completely ignored us. Some of our more frequently used phrases:
- “…and it comes with a free cat toy!” (thank you, Trevor)
- “sugar-lumps” (thank you, hilarious Flight of the Conchords song)
- “Obama lover” (thank you, some jackass Debi knows)
- “But… I have (she has) cancer!” (thank you, cancer)
- “I’m a bagel! I can do it myself!” (thank you, Dorothy)
Best of all, we completely enjoyed our time together, catching up and reminiscing. There’s nothing like old friends.
Good friends are good for your health. ~Irwin Sarason
Feb. 14: Happy Valentine’s Day
I got a card, flowers, and a bunch of yummy treats from Victor this morning. He done good.
Then Jack presented me with his handmade Valentine. I love the inside:
But it’s the front that made me spit coffee onto my computer:
Happy Valentine’s Day to all o’ you, too!
Jan. 4: Freak
When I leave the house, I wig it up or wear a full coverage hat. Last week I tried a scarf that Hawaii Laura sent and it’s now my favorite of all my head coverings—not too hot, very comfortable, and super cute. I’ll definitely be ordering more in other colors.
If you know me, it won’t surprise you that I do NOT go bare-headed into that good night (or day, or meeting, or store, or school). I’ve never been one to prance around naked, no matter what my former roommates may tell you, and now that I have more visible skin than ever, my modesty has only increased.
Loveliest Lori gave me a satin pillow cover and once my head was shaved I loved how smooth it felt on my noggin. My bedroom was my safe haven of bald freedom. However, I started to worry that the kids might walk in, so I started wearing one of my stretchy cotton caps to bed every night. See, until the other day, neither Katie or Jack had seen my head totally bald. I didn’t intentionally keep anything from them; it just never really came up. They asked a lot of questions in the beginning of all this, but the novelty has worn off, apparently, and now they’re just used to seeing my head covered.
One day last week Jack climbed onto my bed to annoy me and started asking questions about my hair. I reminded him that it was completely gone, and asked if he wanted to see my bare head. That big, goofy grin spread across his face. I pulled my cap off and although he seemed a little startled at first, he said, “COOL! You’re like an alien but you’re not green.” That was pretty much it.
One down, one to go. I really, really want to go back to enjoying that satin pillow cover, y’see! Yesterday I asked Katie if she wanted to see my bald head and she quickly said NO and walked away. This morning I tried again and she said NO but then Jack told her IT’S AWESOME, KATIE! and she decided it was okay to look. She stood in front of me and covered her eyes. I pulled my cap off.
Katie quickly peeked through her fingers and I could hear her breath catch in her throat. Then she turned away from me and said, “Okay…” and that was my cue to put my cap back on. She didn’t say anything else. A few minutes later both kids ran off to school with their friends.
It broke my heart that it freaked her out so much. She’s acted perfectly normal ever since, so I don’t think she’s scarred for life or anything. And now I can go back to sleeping hatless, so there’s that.
I just hate that my kids are going through all this too. I thought the toughest parts of dealing with cancer would be MY OWN—chemo, its side effects, trying to meet my responsibilities even when I feel like $#!+… I never imagined that some of the little-ish things would end up being a big deal to Katie and Jack. It shouldn’t suck this much for them too. It just shouldn’t.
Jan. 1: Kiddie interviews
I ripped off this little questionnaire from Jen E @ mommablogsalot and surveyed my goofy kids tonight. Here were their answers.
| Name | Katie | Jack |
| Age | 9½ years old | 8 years old |
| Favorite toy | the Wii | LEGOs |
| Favorite TV show | The Suite Life on Deck | Spongebob Squarepants |
| Favorite book | Katie Kazoo series | Harry Potter series |
| Favorite animal | dog | Dug (from Up) |
| Favorite movie | Wizards of Waverly Place: The Movie (“there was just so much action!”) | Batman Returns |
| Favorite food | rice with popcorn chicken | natto |
| Favorite drink | milk, water | Pepsi |
| Favorite color | blue | red |
| Favorite clothes | blue jeans, Snoopy shirt | black skinny jeans |
| Favorite place to go | Great Wolf Lodge | Great Wolf Lodge, LEGO store |
| If you could change your name, what would you change it to? | Bailey | Mack |
| What do you love about Mom? | “She loves me so much and cares about me.” | “She has good parenting and she takes care of me.” |
| What do you love about Dad? | “He made me my special bear, Sam.” | “We go hiking together.” |
| If you could go anywhere on vacation, where would you go? | Hawaii | Greenland |
If I remember, I’ll ask them these same questions next January 1. Since Jack’s favorites of everything change on a pretty regular basis, I predict his answers will be quite a bit different next year; it won’t surprise me if Katie’s are mostly the same.
Dec. 15: It’s no handlebar, but still impressive
Jack still thinks my hair falling out is way cool. Until now he’s grabbed little bits from the back or sides, but this time he grabbed my longest locks and gave them a big ol’ tug. He promptly smoothed out the handful of hair and fashioned himself a new mustache. Because what else is an eight-year-old boy going to do with a handful of his mother’s hair?
Ew. If you can think of something else, I don’t think I want to know.
Nov. 28: Telling the kids
(Let me take a minute to apologize to Tina and Jim for all of that AGAIN. I am soooo sorry!!)
I would hate for a concerned teacher or parent to ask Katie or Jack if Mom’s hair has fallen out yet, when they have no clue why that would happen. And really, the more I thought about it, the stupider it seemed NOT to tell the kids. As much as I want to protect them from the suckiest parts of life, this is something that is now part of their lives, sucky or super-sucky. And I don’t want them to resent me someday for hiding important crap from them, like my mom did when I found out as an adult that she’d been a potty-mouth all my life, or at least since she finally left that peepee-soaked heckhole (Walla Walla).
But that’s a whole ‘nother post.
Anyway, this morning Jack and Katie brought up my coffee and both then got on the bed with me and started bickering as usual. I figured this was a good time—both to say FOR GODS’ SAKE, SHUT UP ALREADY and to tell them about the tumor. And it was. I told them that the problem with my back was kinda serious, and people might ask them how I’m doing, etc. I said they should answer questions like that honestly. I also said that sometimes the treatments for this kind of thing make people’s hair fall out, and even though I hope that won’t happen with me, it might. Katie’s eyes got huge. Jack got a big, goofy grin. You know what? Their polar-opposite reactions pretty much perfectly define the personalities of them both. Katie takes everything seriously and is concerned and caring and sensitive; Jack thinks everything is hiiiiilarious.
So, the dreaded deed is done and it wasn’t nearly as awful as I expected. No tears. They both eventually skipped away, and started a new argument almost immediately.
Those are my kids.
Nov. 16: A Jack photo gallery
In honor of Jack’s birthday last week, here are some of my favorite pictures of him from the past eight years. You’ll indulge this mostly-proud mom, right?
November 13, 2001. We were already parting and combing that boy’s hair!
With the Manullang cousins, six months old. This was our favorite shot from the photo shoot, OBVY.
(L-R: Alec, Jack, Katie, Julianne, Jacob, Abby)
With Auntie Sonya, about eight months old.
Gettin’ loves from Grandma, eight months old.
One-year portraits
This was our favorite one-year portrait because he’s flippin’ the bird!
Cuddling with Grandpa, 17 months, while touring St. Thomas
18-month portrait
Katie – 4; Jack 2½
Christmas 2004. I sooo wanted to use this for our card that year.
2005. Jack – 3; Katie 5
2005. With big cousin Stephen. This looks much more cruel than it was.
2005. Christmas tree shopping.
Downtown Disney (California), 2006. Jack – 4; Katie 6. This might be where the LEGO fascination began.
2006, 4½. With rock star cousin Stephen in Colorado Springs.
Halloween 2006, Jackson Curtis Wellington Sparrow – almost five years old.
Preschool graduation, May 2007, with the wonderful Miss Crystal
Christmas 2007 with big cousins. (L-R: Jack – 6, Sean – 20, Stephen – 19, Katie – 7)
4th of July, 2008. Julianne – 13, Jack 6½, Jake – 11.
September 2008. Following along with the tradition of all Manullang boys, Jack (almost 7) broke his arm.
January 2009, 7 years old. Glasses and missing front teeth. Eventful month!
September 2009 – second grade school picture. He forgot to wear his glasses.
Alright, that’s enough reminiscing for now.
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