tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831803330285070002024-03-16T10:09:43.738+09:00 Living LavalleeLiving Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-30278680102518757672014-08-03T16:11:00.000+09:002014-08-04T08:59:53.310+09:003 not 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We enjoyed a lovely visit from my mom for nearly a month. She came after the baby was born. She did so many helpful things like read a lot with Kyler, Tristan and Cambria, not to mention mending many books, and many articles of clothing that had been piling up in my mending basket for months and years. </div>
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Tristan is a creative boy and spends his days finding uses for googly eyes, among many other activities. Cambria is an eager disciple.</div>
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We celebrated the Little Miss turning the big 3 on June 14th. She tells everyone she meets that she is "3, not 2 any moie" (she resists saying most "r's". If you ask her what her name is she will now say "3", where as she used to say "2". We even convinced her for a month or so that since she was 3, and not a baby any more, that she didn't need pacifiers any more. She agreed for a bit, but can no longer resist helping herself to the baby's pacifiers when they are within reach...</div>
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I cannot fathom how far behind I am in posting. The best way for me to catch up is to just upload pictures and comment on them. The summer has been great so far. Kyler spent four days at cubscout day camp at Sehmel Park and had a great time. He requires much interaction with other people.</div>
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Before Tristan turned 5, he lost his two front bottom teeth, one after the other, without any fuss or nonsense. I asked him what he wanted to spend his money on that the tooth fairy left. He said Gogurt, but I talked him into yogurt. I took him to the grocery store just for this, where he promptly lost his dollar that he had carefully put in a baggie with a piece of paper (this is the sort of thing he spends his days doing). I paid for his yogurt anyway, and when I offered it to him at home, he wouldn't eat much of it. Apparently he prefers Gogurt. </div>
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He also spends his days crafting weapons and attaching them to his person. There are some cardboard ones there on his waist band.</div>
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We did celebrate his birthday here at the new house. He was excited to get a present from his primary teachers, and wanted to save it until his birthday. Kyler doesn't possess such self discipline and promptly opened it for him, which really distressed Tristan, but we were able to keep him from seeing it and saved it for his birthday. We were thrilled that Uncle Dusty and Auntie Patti, along with Baby Ava were able to come for the weend of the July 4th to celebrate his birthday and Independence Day with us. Grandma Dee and David also came.</div>
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It is fun to tell Tristan that the fireworks on Independence Day are for his birthday, which is July 2. </div>
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Mr. Ronan Troy is a doll, but usually has concerns, as can be seen here.</div>
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If you look closely in the picture above, you can see a bit of a brown circle in the "grass" (mostly weeds and dead moss). On Tristan's birthday, with Grandma Dee and David here, Daddy-O had bought fireworks for the coming holiday and got into them just a bit. A single smoke bomb thrown out in the grass started a fire that quickly got out of control. Dean and the boys tried to put it out, but not having hoses set up yet to reach that far out into the yard, weren't having much success. Our next door neighbors came running with their long hose and kept it from spreading to their property. Dean said to call 911, and the Gig Harbor Fire Department arrived quickly and put the fire out almost instantly. They were professional and friendly and didn't lecture us at all, which we appreciated. It was a good thing that Dean had mowed down the tall weeds ahead of time, as the fire could have been much worse. The house was a foreclosure, so a lot of basic maintenance (like mowing the lawn) weren't done.</div>
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After moving in to our new digs on June 20 (two years to the day after we returned from Korea and moved into the rental house) Kyler and Tristan wasted no time in going to the beach and investigating the creatures there, and bringing some up to the house. I had them take said creatures back to the water so they would live. </div>
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Tristan loves Baby Troy and holds him often. Cambria and Tristan both love to pick flowers for me :)</div>
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Here is part of our view - along with Tristan dressed in a sweater, hat and gloves in the summer.</div>
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Troy loves to be swaddled, even if he looks mildly concerned.</div>
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Hunter and Kyler both put a lot of effort into resisting hair cuts, but I managed to give one to Kyler shortly after this picture was taken and with much wailing and gnashing of teeth. </div>
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It's so fun to watch the wee ones suckle the see-through pacis :)</div>
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Hunter got to spend a week at Camp I-Vy, for kids with hemophilia. He had a lot of fun there near Monroe, WA. </div>
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We all went to pick him up at the end of the week. While in Monroe, we stopped at a reptile museum.</div>
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Hunter enjoyed the snakes, and Tristan was particularly fond of this alligator.</div>
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<br />Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-75242268036340384192013-10-05T06:00:00.003+09:002013-10-05T06:00:28.325+09:00Dress the Bear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dean loves having a little girl. He gets to dress dolls and bears at her beck and call.</div>
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At the end of fifth grade, the students were to act out a person from history or now whom they admire. Hunter chose Rick Riordan, his favorite author. They were to dress in costume. For some reason, instead of using his own dress clothes, he let his teacher bring some from home. </div>
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I sure love being able to buy dresses now for our little girl. She loves dresses and skirts and shoes and jewelry as well.</div>
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We survived another Pinewood Derby, and with a professional woodworker to help Hunter make the car, he did alright. </div>
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I've been a den leader since December.</div>
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We finally visited Yellowstone this summer. It was amazing! I didn't know what to expect, but we were all delighted. Of all the glorious sights to see, Old Faithful was the least impressive, at least for me. Tristan spent his time gathering weapons and searching for dragons.</div>
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I may have told him that the steam from the boiling lakes and the many holes in the ground were from dragons. That kept his interest for the four days we were there.</div>
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We saw many bison and elk.</div>
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The weather was warm some days, and cold on others.</div>
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Cambria did pretty well, considering.</div>
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There are many more wonders than just geysers, such as waterfalls, a grand canyon, and the bacteria that color many of the hot water features.</div>
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There was some real excitement when a bear came close enough to see (with a zoom lens). A ranger posted himself nearby, since so many people are lacking in common sense and plenty of such people have died in the park over the years. There are books on the subject. <br />
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Afterward we drove through Grand Tetons National Park, though didn't have time to stop. It was at the end of the day anyway, and we had a bit of a schedule to keep. </div>
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While passing through Paris, ID we happened upon an <a href="http://www.visitidaho.org/attraction/arts-culture/paris-tabernacle-historical-site/" target="_blank">LDS tabernacle</a> and stopped for a lovely tour.</div>
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The kids sometimes all had to share a bed, and did surprisingly well with that. I can't see doing that much longer, but it worked this summer. I don't know how people with large families travel much. We also met my cousin Cindy in Logan, who invited us to come visit as we were traveling that direction on our way to Salt Lake City . She treated us to an ice creamery near the Utah State University, as well as swimming, dinner, and accommodations for the night. We also got to tour the fire station where her husband is the captain, and meet two of her sons. </div>
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Sadly, we had to part ways with Dean in Salt Lake City, as he had to get back to work. So the children and I continued our long journey on our own. I went to the temple while in SLC, which is always amazing. I got to go again with Jessica S. in Albuquerque, which was a treat. Dean kept himself plenty occupied while at home alone.</div>
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We spent several days in Sierra Vista, AZ visiting ol' Curtis and his family. He took us to the border of Mexico here. Tristan and Cambria like having cousins their same ages and genders.</div>
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We celebrated Tristan's birthday (again) while at Curtis'. </div>
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Dramatics and emotions abound with our little lady, and I love it!</div>
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We stayed through Independence Day and got to see the fabulous fireworks.</div>
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A few people got sick and passed it around a bit, including poor Trist-man and Kyler. That helped him to keep quiet except for some moaning when we made the long drive to Ramah.</div>
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Fortunately, my kids generally sleep more when they are ill.</div>
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We finally got to Ramah and spent time with the Hernandez cousins and the Grandparents Merrill<br />
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and of course Ronelle :)</div>
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She went hiking with us on El Morro. Tristan was reluctant, </div>
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but we pointed out a dragon and he was game.</div>
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We also stopped in St. George, UT and visited more cousins.</div>
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My kids got along well with Kandra's.</div>
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I got to peruse my mom's photo albums and ran across these of myself.</div>
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Yup, that's me. It's no wonder I was mistaken for a boy when I was drowning in the ocean off California.</div>
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That's still me on the left.</div>
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These are all the reasons I have kept my hair long for most of my adult life.</div>
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I finally decided to let it go and cut it while in Ramah. It's grown out an inch or so here from what it was. I love it, and really enjoy the convenience of having shorter hair. </div>
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We drove back home from Albuquerque in two days - about 1500 miles. We stopped in Pocatello, ID to visit my friend Lori. I drove over 900 miles the second day, arriving home around 3:30am. Ugh. I don't recommend it, and definitely had to rely on Dr. Pepper and a book on CD to do it. It was nice to get home! We were gone for a month.</div>
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This little lady turned two on June 14th, so we had a little party for her. Her little friends came, and she and Tristan have had nonstop fun with a bubble machine from them. </div>
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She hardly knows what birthdays and opening presents are all about,</div>
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but Tristman certainly does. So Grandma Dee got him some shark presents since his big day is coming right up and we'll be gone. We gave him some shark and dinosaur pop up books which all the boys like. He is interested in sharks and dinosaurs at the moment. </div>
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The Hildebrands came up for the occasion, and Cambria loves the Care Bear.</div>
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Pancho even made an appearance and behaved himself.</div>
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Bro and Patti came all the way from Portland. The kids have been dabbling in the sprinkler fun they gave her - perfect for summer.</div>
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Cambria got a little help from Uncle Bro to blow out the tealight candles on her cake.</div>
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Hunter played Monopoly inside with the Hildebrand girls, so no photos of him. Josh took all these fabulous pictures, and Cambria loves the puppy puppet from him.</div>
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Dean and I took a much-needed weekend vacation with just ourselves up to the San Juan Islands. </div>
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Taking the ferry is always kind of fun, and the only way to get there unless you take your own boat. It was also $60 one way, but fortunately no charge the other way. There was certainly no "fast food" on the island, and we paid a lot for some fine fare. If we go back with the kids, we'll spend more time at the local grocery store.</div>
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We hit up the farmer's market on Saturday at lunch time and had some Ecuadorian and other ethnic food, super yum!</div>
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Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-70468204680590802432013-05-16T04:00:00.003+09:002013-05-16T04:00:56.568+09:00Rooster EggsI've been blogging so little that I almost couldn't figure out how to log in and start a new post today. So I'll give a top five of our lives for the past few months.<br />
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1. Tristan has been talking a lot about rooster eggs of late. And dinosaur eggs. And dinosaurs. We're not sure if said eggs are laid by roosters, or if they contain roosters. I couldn't convince him that dinosaurs are all dead, so we keep an eye out for them together. He often asks who would win in a battle between a dinosaur and a "NOR-oss" (rhino or horned dinosaur). <br />
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2. Something has possessed my soul and I am actually considering homeschooling. Probably just Hunter, as he would be starting sixth grade in junior high this year and that concerns me, along with a lot of other things about school. I can't seem to get it off my mind, and he isn't adverse to the idea. I poll him occasionally about it, and his only negatives are that he would miss the variety available at lunch, and field trips. I think they've been on two so far this year. And he would miss being able to jump over his peers. He did that once apparently and thought it was a load of fun. He has plenty of people to jump over at home.<br />
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3. Dean's folks have moved up here fairly close to us and we are all thrilled. We enjoy having Sunday dinners together and the kids love going on outings with them and sleeping over - even Miss Cambria. They commandeered the whole tribe on a recent weekend so that Dean and I could take a delightful jaunt to Orcas Island, part of the San Juan Islands. This was a vacation, as we all know that "family trips" are anything but.<br />
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4. Dean actually started seeing a Naturopathic Doctor, after being told by an MD that he needed to go on a <a href="http://www.thehealthyhomeeconomist.com/five-fats-you-must-have-in-your-kitchen/">2 grams-of-fat/day diet</a>, and start taking statins and other dangerous drugs. After doing some testing and an elimination diet with the ND, it turns out Dean's lifelong, horrific nasal allergies and inflammation are massively compounded by eating wheat. She explained that the nasal allergy to certain grasses (he's not allergic to all grasses) combined with eating wheat (a grass) has an additive effect on afflicted people, which led to his sinuses being so inflamed for so many years that he had them carved out several years ago where they used to be around his nose, since they had long since filled in from all the inflammation. So, he has gone wheat free. He can feel when he has some wheat, as he realized at Costco recently when he accepted a sample and felt ill almost instantly, or when he has regular oats, or buckwheat that is processed on equipment that also processes wheat. Without the wheat in his diet he isn't using his allergy meds as much and is feeling vastly better in that way, though still flushes his nose out daily. <a href="http://www.barryfarm.com/nutri_info/flours/speltwhole.html">Spelt</a> appears to be okay. So he's not gluten intolerant, but <a href="http://www.wheatbellyblog.com/2013/04/earth-to-jillian-its-not-about-gluten/">wheat intolerant</a>. We are going to try <a href="http://www.wheatbellyblog.com/2011/12/upper-crust/">Einkorn</a> wheat soon. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mama Cambria spends time every day caring for her dolls and bears, wiping and changing diapers, dressing, and wrapping in blankets. She demands help with some of these tasks. Daddy loves dressing dolls and bears, ha ha.</td></tr>
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5. We would love to buy or build a house and actually feel settled for the first time in, oh, six years. We should be here in the area for some time because of the business, but because of the business, and Dean being "self employed", we can't get a loan until he's been at it for two years. Ugh! We actually got "pre-approved" for a loan and found a house that we wanted to buy, and were under contract for 7 weeks for it, only to be told that the two year rule still stands. So here we stay for now.<br />
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<br />Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-55820455162052198122013-03-27T13:49:00.001+09:002013-03-27T23:52:34.715+09:00Mini Squash and Biting FishWelp, if you read the last post, all about Hunter, it is gone. He came across it, and I was currently logged in, so he thought he would edit something, and managed to delete the whole post. Apparently there was a comment - so I never got to read it :( That basically describes Hunter Pants in a nutshell. We went to parent-teacher conferences this week for the boys and Hunter has been getting better at turning in his homework. He has made a friend, Emma D., who also likes to read. Kyler is enthusiastic in his class about minding everyone else's business and insisting that they complete their work - more so than he is concerned about his own. <br />
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I never did post enough about last summer, 2012! We drove to New Mexico to visit all the family there after two years in Korea. Dean had to come back up to work in Washington after a couple of weeks, but he flew back down for our birthdays AND for his 20 year class reunion for Manzano High School. We didn't make it to his 10 year reunion, back in the vet school days. He actually won a $25 gift card to Lowe's for being one of the people to have traveled the farthest to be there. The only person with more than four kids (our current number, along with a few other classmates) was an LDS classmate who happened to be his former bishop's daughter. He didn't know her back in high school, though. It was fun, and I was glad the Salgados and Knapps made it so I knew some people to chat with. We toured the ol' school and took the children to the picnic lunch as well. <br />
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Grandma Dee kept the kids while we spent a night at a hotel and had a lovely overnight date for our birthdays, August 3rd and 4th. For nostalgia's sake we toured the campus of the University of New Mexico, our undergraduate alma mater. Oh, the memories! We took the above picture in front of the ugly statue. We had a yummy dinner across the street at the Frontier Restaurant. Our college days seem like a lifetime ago. <br />
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Before we left on our long trip to NM, I pushed a few seeds in pots and cinder blocks and arranged for them to be watered a bit, along with purchased tomato and pepper plants. We had a small harvest of cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, and these tiny squashes - which we still haven't eaten. I learned once again that gardens must have lots of sun or they won't grow/produce. <br />
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This picture of the lovely Ronelle is from 2010, but it's always fun to get together and go shopping and sit around chatting. It was especially fun to shop in America after being gone for so long!<br />
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Did I ever mention that soon before we left Korea we went to a Dr. Fish cafe? These toothy little fish bite the calluses off your feet. It tickles! The boys loved it, though they don't get nearly as much action on their tender little feet as Dean and I.Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-47569393199117195442013-01-28T14:58:00.001+09:002013-02-02T05:54:12.446+09:00"Nuh" For NurseryHappy Sunday! We got a blessing in disguise today, in that we were asked last night to substitute for Hunter's primary class at church. So we weren't able to hang around the nursery and coddle Cambria, who has been going for a month but cries her wee eyes out if we try to leave her there. We hoped that today she would stay without us, and that we wouldn't be chased down because of her tears. She spent time with one of the nursery ladies on Friday night, so that likely helped her, as she cried when I left her there, but later on between classes when I peeked in the window, she was A-OK! Hooray for small victories!<br />
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We are deliriously excited that Dean's mom and stepfather have moved up here close to us - twenty miles away is a whole lot better than 1500. They have majorly downsized in order to live the retiree lifestyle, as David retired in December, and they can be free as birds now. Dean took Monday off to help them move in to their new digs, and since Hunter and Kyler were off for MLK day, they got to help as well, and apparently were great workers! Grandma D took them after school on Friday and kept them until Saturday evening, touring the retired naval destroyer in Bremerton (U.S.S. Turner Joy), eating some of their favorite foods (namely biscuits and gravy) and having all kinds of fun. She even brought them down here on Saturday morning to attend their swim classes at the YMCA. They are also enrolled in T/Th sports skills classes at the moment. So today we had them over for Sunday dinner after church. It works out nicely that they and we both attend at 9am. My cousin who lives about midway between them and us was planning to come as well, but fell ill and had to cancel. Dean managed to sucker his mom into playing Settlers of Catan with us. She wasn't so sure about it, but did great and even came close to winning - she was ruthless, even against her hubby! We are thrilled to have them up here.<br />
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Dean and I finally saw the Hobbit on Friday, which I thoroughly enjoyed. It doesn't seem quite as epic as the LOTR trilogy, but it's not far behind, either. I could have done without the motion-sickness-inducing filming, but survived. It's been one of my favorite stories for my whole life, and I never even read the books - just loved the cartoon movies. The books are on my "to read" list for sure.<br />
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I am three weeks into the HCG diet now, and am getting weary of it. Mostly because I haven't been losing much weight. Ten pounds fairly quickly, and almost nothing since. It would be much more motivating if I could really see results every day like you're supposed to when you are meticulously following it, which most days I do. It appeared to be stalling for several days around when I would have been ovulating, which is normal, but still just as frustrating! So, today I lost control and decided to go ahead and eat the real lunch I had prepared for everyone. And I enjoyed it. I had ice cream for dessert, too, and dinner. And more ice cream, and then my crutch of a snack - cold cereal. If I'm going to blow it, I might as well make it good, right? I'll probably have gained a few pounds by morning. We shall see. It's also frustrating that I've still been quite hungry, and fairly weak. The ND said to up the dose if that was the case, which was helping with the hunger, but not the fatigue. <br />
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And in other news, Dean was recently released from being a cubscout den leader, which he didn't necessarily love doing, and couldn't ever get away from work early enough to get to on time... I was released as cubscout committee chair then called as a wolf den leader. I guess I should embrace it, as we'll have cubscouts for years to come. We had a successful first den meeting, then pack meeting last week. <br />
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The missionaries called this evening at about 6 and wondered if they could stop by for a visit, then were over in a couple of minutes. I asked right away if they had had dinner, and they hadn't. So I was relieved to have some fresh and hot minestrone (with rice instead of pasta) to serve them. We have sure enjoyed the missionaries here, and I think it's really good for the boys to see what they do and are all about. Kyler is so peculiar in that he doesn't seem to have any self confidence - thinks he can't do anything before he even gives it a thought. He's been saying for a while that he won't be serving a mission, and I finally pinned down that he thinks he can't because he's not yet a prolific reader (in the first grade), so since the missionaries have read things to us (that must sound hard to him) he thinks he can't do it.<br />
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It's odd because he is such a clever, intuitive child. He is street smart, and knows how to do things. Not to mention how charismatic, social and charming he is. He is proficient using simple tools such as screwdrivers. Hunter forever has his nose in a book and doesn't know much what is going on around him, and has no interest in figuring things out, but isn't afraid to try things either. They are so different. Grandma D says Hunter is just like Dean was as a child - always reading and quiet otherwise, except when fighting with his brother. Dean read the dictionary and encyclopedia and books about things, rather than straight fantasy like Hunter. It's no wonder then that Dean is a walking encyclopedia. The man seriously knows at least something about virtually everything, and I love him for it! <br />
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Right now Tristan is a roaring surge of testosterone. He and Cambria play a lot together, even making up games - so cute! But he also gets frustrated with her when she fells his block creations or whatever. At the babysitter's the other night, she said he would grab Cambria's cheeks and squeeze and shake them out of anger. He can also be a sweetie pie. Cambria is awfully frisky and spends the day dismantling the house. I can never seem to keep up with her. She says several words now, including "nuh" for no, as in "do you want to go to bed/nursery?" "Nuh." She says "baaaa" for bottle, and "shoes", "sot" for socks, "no" for nose, "eye", "mou" for mouth. She is pretty good about communicating her desires. She even came to me first thing in the morning and said "tink" and waved at her backside. Indeed she did stink, and needed a diaper change. It will soon be time to teach her the way of the potty. She is a bit interested at the moment (19 months). She has said "Mommy" and "Daddy" for some time. Hands down, though, she most talks about babies. She watches for them every where and points them out, saying "bebe bebe bebe". She loves dolls that resemble babies and cute stuffed bears. She has no interest in dolls that resemble older girls. She carries around her dolls and babies, and disrobes them, and even wipes their bottoms occasionally. I love it! Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-34225326499033090472013-01-22T16:33:00.000+09:002013-01-26T15:37:53.512+09:00Merry Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had to copy dear Haylee in lining up the kids for a picture, hopefully to be an annual occurence. Note the suckling and ear holding which has been present with all the kids in one form or another (Hunter sucked a bottle and held an ear until age three - so cute; Kyler sucked his thumb until recently - he may or may not still do it in his sleep; and Tristan loved bottles and ear nuzzles as well). <br />
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Cambria enjoyed opening presents as much as anyone. Hunter and Kyler had to wait a few hours to open theirs, as they <br />
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Santa came. The highlight was a guinea pig that Kyler has been wanting. He's taking good care of it so far. Hunter got a special visit in the night. He rarely wears pjs to bed - for no good reason, so he is a wide open target for antics from Santa. Kyler is a beginning reader. He was the first to wake in the morning; we could hear him running up and down the stairs, then going to get Hunter. I really laughed when I heard him say "There's something on your back; it says 'Santa was here'." Hunter quickly dressed and wouldn't ever let me see the graffiti. He got plenty of pjs for Christmas, and then later used some of his Christmas money from Grandma D and Bro for footed pjs, which he has been wanting. <br />
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Lady Cambria loves shoes of all kinds as well as bottles, and hates having her hair done. Dean calls it "crazy lady hair". <br />
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Tristan loves to play. The hat is a little small at this point (from last year), but the new mittens will fit for a few years. His theme for the year was Thomas the Train, as he got a lot of such gifts. Hunter and Kyler had to wait a few hours to open their presents. Poor cooperation in the days leading up to Christmas kept pushing the time back, so Hunter got to at 11, and Kyler at noon. It actually made the (commercial) Christmas Magic last much longer, which was really nice. <br />
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We loved having Bro and Patti with us on Christmas Eve. We sure love living close enough to them to be able to do that, and someday we'll actually make the three hour drive to them :) Then on Christmas Day my cousin Bethaney came from Portland, and Josh and Jessica joined us for dinner.<br />
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On New Years Eve we let the boys stay up and had fun with them. At midnight they set off what was left of our July 4 fireworks, as did the neighbors behind us. Then we all had some sparkling cider and went to bed. It was fun.<br />
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With all the frivolity of the holidays, as well as the Albuquerque food tour from the summer, I put on about 15 pounds since returning from Korea, which was just killing me, especially since I had just lost a few pounds before me moved back here! I mentioned to Dean some time ago that I wanted to do the HCG diet, and he said he'd do it as well. So we went to a naturopathic doctor here in town and paid a lot of money... and finally started the diet after the new year. Ugh! The idea is that injecting the HCG will burn the "abnormal" fat off, while eliminating hunger since all those calories from fat stores will be circulating and providing energy/nutrition. Well, after the two loading/gorging days, we've only been allowed 500 very specific calories per day. I am down about 8 pounds in two weeks, but had hoped for better results. Because of the nature of how it works, I'm wondering if having used chapstick or shampoo could be the reason it isn't working better, which is super annoying. Or perhaps it was the tiny bite of potato or egg or chicken I've had of the kids' meals in the last two weeks. Those small indiscretions could literally be the reason I haven't lost a lot more, which sucks! To go through this and not lose that much because of such small "cheats" is most upsetting - as it feels like we're starving! We are using a digital food scale and everything to carefully weigh our food down to the tenth of an ounce. I haven't had any sweets or treats or anything at all, except a stick of gum once. That could have stalled my weight loss as well!<br />
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Dean is sure he could have lost as much without having to starve, or more so, and has in the past for Army Physical Fitness Tests. Dean looks great, as the "abnormal" deposits on his tummy are gone. But I have a long way to go, and he was literally starving. His metabolism was shutting down - he went from Mr. So Hot I Like To Run The A/C In Winter to being as cold as I am all the time, and not being able to think straight at work, which is not a good thing. The ND said he could either stop it, or up his dose of the HCG and eat an extra 100 protein calories a day. He was really only going through the torture to support me, so he upped his dose/protein and finally called it quits today, after two weeks. I know that most people have great success on it, but if I/we had known what it would be like, I/we probably wouldn't have done it. We were certainly hungry the first week. It was like Fast Sunday every day, only without ever getting to be satiated. It has made me think a lot about food storage and how I really don't want to be hungry if/when we need to use it. Not to mention all the people who do not ever have enough to eat.<br />
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I'll stick it out and finish the product we have - we paid all that money after all - I'm embarrassed to say how much. It's gotten much better for me, though I still get quite hungry come feeding time. It's surprising how hungry I'm NOT in the evenings, after dinner, though. Supposedly it will reset my metabolism and take away all the bad cravings. Let's hope! I feel like such a failure, since I have a degree in nutrition/dietetics, after all. My problems are bad genes, my lifelong hormone imbalances, plus all the little/big things like portion control, too many desserts, and too little activity/exercise. I do avoid a lot of things like drinking calories - I really only drink water on a regular basis..., and now I only use coconut oil in cooking and avoid gluten generally. As a teenager I of course thought I was <i>fat</i>, and did watch what I ate much better than I do now. Now 50-60 pounds later, I am still shocked when I see pictures of myself, or an unexpected sideways view in the mirror. I really haven't been watching it since having baby #2, and have kept around several reminder pounds from each of the last three babies. We'll see how the rest of it goes. Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-12909123087942826122013-01-11T08:23:00.000+09:002013-01-11T08:23:00.183+09:00Ever BehindI'm so far behind I feel too overwhelmed to try to catch up, so I've continued to neglect the blog. I've been trying to complete this post for months!<br />
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Dean met up with Bro at the SW Washington Fair in August to see <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77948875@N05/7806374304/lightbox/">Weird Al in concert</a>, with Hunter and Kyler in tow - their first concert. "It was fine," said Hunter, the ever underwhelmed. Kyler had a blast, of course. Dean doesn't take pictures, but he picked up a great concert t-shirt, which he wore with a funky wig to our ward's halloween party, as Weird Al. </div>
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Halloween was fine as always. I'm not the kind of mom who creates fabulous costumes. The kids are generally happy enough to go through our box of costume paraphernalia and come up with something satisfactory, perhaps picking up a new thing or two. I didn't manage any pictures, but we went to the ward party, and trick or treated in downtown Gig Harbor at the homes and businesses as it rained lightly, which it has since mid October. Dean took them in our neighborhood. </div>
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Speaking of Weird Al, Dean went to karaoke at the watering hole near the clinic on a recent Friday night with some of the staff from the clinic, who are regulars. He sang Weird Al's <i>White and Nerdy</i> and wore his Weird Al concert shirt - we're getting lots of mileage out of it already :)</div>
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Dean took all the boys camping in August. Cambria and I held up the home front while they did their thing in the Olympic National Park near Hurricane Ridge, with Tristan being up much of the night and wanting to come home to me (how flattering).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tristan plugged in the iron on a Sunday in August, then grabbed it and burned his hand badly. He screamed for hours until I found some Unguentine in the first aid kit, which relieved the pain instantly. The giant blister popped after a week. We tended it carefully and his hand is in perfect condition now. </td></tr>
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Dustin and Patti and their canines came up for Independence Day, so we celebrated our wonderful country with good food on our new grill - compliments of Josh, and softball and frivolity in the back yard. Dean was stunned that I played ball. We watched the fireworks that night and did a few of our own at home, and in all had a wonderful day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Dusty finally had to beat the pinata to death for Hunter and Kyler's birthday. The boys went wild with the candy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hunter started 5th grade and Kyler started 1st grade in September.</td></tr>
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We had a glorious Saturday. Once we finally left the house around 11 (we never can seem to get an early start), we headed for the Washington coast. I commented to Dean about how we should take the kids to a pumpkin patch now that we are back in the states. I don't think we had been to one since Hunter was in preschool in Albuquerque. Then lo and behold, there were signs for one along our way, so we detoured just a bit to the farm where they had lots of produce to purchase, a hay bale maze (Tristan was the first to find his way through it), and tractor rides to the pumpkin patch. Tristan picked out a misshapen green job, Kyler opted for one that Dean had to carry for him, and Hunter was wise enough to listen to his mother and choose a sensible one that will be great for carving.<br />
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Next we headed into the rain forest. It brought back fond memories of hiking in the rain forests of Astoria, OR. We saw the world's largest sitka spruce, pictured above and left. <br />
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And then we finally made it to the beach. It was Cambria's first time to get out in it. At one point the tide came in up to her bottom. The water is awfully cold on the northwest coast, and she didn't care for it at all. Kyler was nearest to her and plucked her out. I had a change of clothes for her. Dean brought the dragon kite and let each of the big boys have a turn flying it. The wind was perfect. Last, we had dinner at the lodge where this beach is. Yeesh! There really weren't any other options (unless you count a gas station), so we paid a whole lot for tiny portions - and waited for ages! Just ask Cambria who screamed for 40 minutes until our simple orders came. 330 miles round trip and we were home after 10pm. I'm amazed that the weather is still sunny and beautiful this late into the season. It has only rained a time or two since we've been home from our summer travels (two months!). </div>
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I began this in early August, but never did finish. <br />
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We left Gig Harbor for our big trip that we had been planning for many months on Monday July 9th, first picking up Bro (Dean's brother) in Portland, then heading south to Disneyland! Bro graciously did most of the driving, and helped out enormously with the children while at the Magic Kingdom. We had three day park hopper passes ($99 each - since we are (for the moment) military folks. It was a load of fun, and the weather wasn't bad, and three days was <i>quite enough</i>. It would be so much easier if the younger kids were five years older, but I don't know that we'll be going back that soon!<br />
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Tristan's suitcase was never to be found the whole trip, until Dean got back to Gig Harbor and discovered it in the back yard??? Tristan must have wheeled it back there as we were loading up. Frankly we didn't have room for it anyway, with seven people and all their luggage. While in the LA area, we visited Bro's in laws, who treated us all to a fabulous dinner in Korea Town. The boys were (shockingly) on their best behavior, impressing even Dr. Jo. They graciously had us stay at their home in Malibu for a few days before we left to Korea back in 2010.<br />
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Next, we headed further south to Sea World San Diego, with our free and discounted military passes, and spent a lovely Saturday afternoon and evening with the sea creatures and seemingly millions of other guests. Before leaving Gig Harbor, we spent $1200 in maintenance on the van. We really hadn't done much more than oil changes on it since we bought it 2.5 years ago, but at 80,000 miles it was due for a number of things. Immediately after getting it from the shop, it was gulping occasionally... and finally seemed to get worse as we got to Phoenix.<br />
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We stayed with Aunt Carol and Uncle Pat on Sunday, also visiting Uncle Jimmy's family and my dear grandmother Rose Burnham (Cambria's middle-name sake),who is 97 and still uses her computer, quilts, sews, makes rugs, etc. and lives independently. The boys loved swimming in Carol's pool. Tristan preferred to play around the pool and not get in much. At one point when trying to grab a pool toy, he fell in, and I had to run like the devil to pull him out. After that he started asking for a towel, but I calmly said, "don't you want to play some more?", which he decided he did - though still not much in the water, even with Uncle Dusty. We lounged around Carol's until after another $600 and most of Monday later, the van was in good shape and we pulled in to Albuquerque and Dean's mother's at 2am Tuesday.<br />
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We had a lovely time visiting Grandma Dee and David, as well as my sister Nikki and her family, and various friends (the Salgados, Adams, Danika, Darsha). We made the rounds at a few of our favorite restaurants, visited the Rio Grand Nature Center, and the boys went up into the foothills where Dean and Dustin grew up to hike and watch for horned toads.<br />
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Then it was off to Ramah on Friday for the beginning of Pioneer Weekend, the biggest event of the year there. They held a lovely pageant that highlighted the history of Ramah, which was settled by members of the Church in order to bring the gospel to the Native Americans in the area. Saturday's festivities included the annual parade and community dinner provided by the church. My brother Curtis and family arrived Friday as well, and Nikki and Pepe came on Saturday. Talk about a full house! We got there first, so staked out the basement at my folks' for ourselves. <br />
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Hunter, Kyler, and their cousins Isaac and Jaelan slept in a tent in the back yard. I told them to beware of deer and such, and apparently Isaac (the oldest of the bunch) took that to heart and was indeed concerned. Grandma instructed them to "mark" the garden if they needed to "go" during the night, as deer really are a problem and eat her best crops.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's hoping Cambria survives childhood with three older brothers. She was not quite walking at 13 months when they would put her on this skateboard on a stick and send her down the sloping sidewalk at Grandma Merrills.</td></tr>
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Curtis and Karalee's Nathan is ten days older than Tristan, and their Kaylee is about 5 months older than Cambria, so it was delightful to see them all together, sizing each other up and being silly. Bro came through from Albuquerque Sunday around noon to pick up Dean so they could get back on the road to the Northwest. Dean can't have fun and games all summer when there is a business to run and work to do. Nikki and Pepe had to leave Sunday evening for Pepe to get back to work, but we were able to talk them into leaving Isaac and Jaelan to hang with Hunter and Kyler for the week. We did manage to have a family picture taken while we were all there. All the boys had a blast all week as Grandpa Merrill kept them supplied with bb's and bb guns, caps and cap guns, toy holsters, straw hats, slingshots, etc. Kyler was given a bb/pellet gun at one point (not by me!!!), with no supervision and shot the windshield of Grandpa's pickup. Oops. Grandma says I'm not responsible for it... so Grandpa will be paying $150 for the repairs. Grandpa gave them all lessons in geometry, using a compass, history, and much more, and Grandma paid them to weed and work in the yard.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the surviving children of my grandparents, Bob and Lois Merrill: Gene, Perry, Sharon and Ed</td></tr>
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Ronelle and I went shopping in Gallup with Tristan and Cambria in tow one day, while my mom took the four older boys to El Morro National Monument. It sure is nice to have American shopping again, and American driving, and so many other things that I have a greater appreciation for. Ronelle also presented Cambria with a baby blanket she had made; she has made one for each of the children! I spent a few days trying to help my mom declutter the house, but 35+ years of accumulation, accelerated by 10 years of retirement), meant it was a noble effort (I hope), but only a few drops in the bucket. If you ever see my mom shopping, don't let her buy any videos or books!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys worked cooperatively on a puzzle, and Grandma was proud of me for making those shorts of Hunter's</td></tr>
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<br />Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-3752635883970765952012-09-09T03:08:00.001+09:002012-09-09T03:11:44.245+09:00Surprise!I'm so far behind I hardly know where to begin... I guess I'll go backwards.
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We are sure excited to be reunited with Pancho again after he spent two years with his "Grandmother". He loves to go into our closet (aka his "lover hole") and nest for Dean (biting holes in my clothes).
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On Labor Day the clinic was closed, so we spent a relaxing day at home in the morning, then went to the home of my second cousin that I discovered here, Monica A. Her dad is Lonnie L., my dad's first cousin. It's such a small world, especially in the church. They have a wonderful family and it was fun to look through family/Ramah books with our common ancestors. She looks a lot like her dad, and she thinks I look like some of the pioneerish women in the books (hmmm - makeup helps me a lot).
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Back at home, Dean gave the boys blessings to start off the school year on Tuesday, Kyler in first grade, and Hunter in fifth. The schools here are supposed to be excellent, and this one is down the block from the clinic. They get on the bus at 8:39 and return home at 3:50, which suits me great! It's not such a draining disaster trying to get them out the door in the morning on time. Tristan and Cambria enjoy walking them to the bus stop. I decided to let them eat school lunches, which saves Dean a lot of work, since he had taken on the role of preparing them. The lunches are supposed to be pretty healthy at the school, albeit costly. We may rethink it when all the kids are in school.
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On Sunday we had the Hildebrands over for games - and they brought dinner, which was especially nice on a Fast Sunday. It was also Kyler's birthday - he is now 7! The boys don't have reason to keep up with the date unless perhaps they are in school, so he had no idea it was coming up. As usual we are not such good birthday party planners, but at least Bro and Patti were coming up, so we got a pinata (which they've always wanted) and said "surprise" - which Hunter has indicated he would love a surprise party. His birthday is this coming Sunday. Bro and Patti brought an ice cream cake, and we made more use of our new grill - which is compliments of Josh (Dean's business partner)...<br />
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Since we never did do a one-year party for Cambria, we gave her a piece of cake and stripped her down so she could have at it. She didn't like sticking her fingers in cold ice cream, and actually made pretty good use of a fork. Then we went kayaking with Josh and Jessica. I had been once before in North Carolina. That time, with the ladies from church, it felt like we were going against the stream the whole time, and it was very difficult. This time wasn't nearly so challenging, and it was sure beautiful to be out in Gig Harbor on a beautiful day. Hunter and Kyler did well paddling. Patti graciously took care of Tristan and Cambria so that I could go. We had intended to take Tristan as he is forever demanding to ride in a boat. Instead, he did a freak out and wanted nothing to do with the kayaks. He pointed to a yacht and said he wanted to ride in <i>that</i> boat.<br />
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On Friday I met up with Joanna Hildebrand and Kara Olmos at the blueberry park in Tacoma, where the berries are free for the picking. They were very picked over, and with not-so-diligent helpers, I only came away with about one pound six ounces. When we've been near blueberry u-pick farms before, I've made a point of stock piling 40 pounds in the freezer to use throughout the year. I may have to break down and buy some already picked, since time is quite running out for the season. On the drive back here from NM we stopped at a farm near Yakima, WA, and in a couple of hours (with my mom's help, and the boys were better that day) we picked 9.5 pounds. It is still blackberry season here, and the boys have picked some for us, and Dean often stops to enjoy as many as he can reach. They are <b>too tart</b> for me, though!
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It's good to have a camera handy around here, as you never know what you may find.Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-20226263408871180962012-08-17T04:12:00.001+09:002012-08-17T04:12:39.130+09:00Update on the Hunter FrontHello, Hunter here. Yesterday Kyler did one of his infamous temper tantrums. (Highly entertaining but very distracting if you are trying to do something). Since mom is too busy to do any blogging so I'm doing it until were done unpacking. I like it here because it is dim enough for me to wear my glasses without getting blinded by brightness when I'm outside. Plus the air is much cleaner than Seoul's air. Kyler is very good at making friends. So it wasn't a surprise that Kyler had made friends with every kid on the street in the first ten minutes. We stayed here for an uneventful month. Then we went on a road trip that included my uncle on the 1st half and my grandma on the 2nd half. (my dad and uncle rode back to Washington in a car that my other grandma had been keeping safe). We had also gone to Disneyland and Sea World during the trip. Two days after we arrived back in Washington the main stuff from Korea arrived. (The stuff in storage had already arrived). Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-70329623693586912302012-06-28T08:54:00.002+09:002012-06-28T08:59:16.336+09:00God Bless America<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kyler graduated from Kindergarten in a nice little ceremony in his classroom, and got to bring home a lot of his classwork that his teacher put together in a nice bundle. More pictures to come of that.</td></tr>
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It's nice to be home! We've been here in Gig Harbor, WA for a week now. I haven't needed any naps today, so maybe I'm getting over the jet lag. The kids have been great with the move and the time difference and everything. Kara, a friend who moved here recently from Korea, met us at the airport and hauled me and the kids to her place in Lacy, WA while Dean, Bro and Patti, and Josh (Dean's business partner) ran around getting our van which was waiting for us, and loading up the luggage - 24 checked items, and a number of carry ons. We maxed out on that, trying to bring as many necessities as we could such as towels, sheets, a few kitchen things, etc.We are most grateful for Bro and Patti coming all the way from Portland to help us out, then treating us to dinner. <br />
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We were fortunately able to get into a rental house that same evening. It has been pretty empty with no furnishings, and we felt awfully pathetic with our air mattress that would deflate by the middle of the night. I finally bought a tall one at TARGET - woohoo for shopping besides the PX! But we had to borrow a pump (air compressor, actually) from a neighbor to blow it up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cambria did great on the flight - with ears full of fluid. Tristan was a handful, but luckily for me Dean took charge of him. </td></tr>
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The neighborhood is great so far, in a culdesac with plenty of friends for the kids to play with. Kyler has been in hog heaven playing with them much of the day. The back yard is most welcome, and has blackberry vines (a thorny weed here, but they're blooming and will bear fruit later in the summer), lots of grass (that we'll have to mow), and plenty of trees. I've planted some herbs in a window planter, and some good sized tomato and pepper plants. I may try some cucumbers and squash from seed. Hunter was anxious to start composting again, so we've been doing that.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where's Kyler? Look closely. Now we needn't worry about the hand-wringing tattlers in Hannam Village who can't stand the thought of a boy climbing anything.</td></tr>
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We went to the library last night and got Hunter set up with books to
read. I've been shopping a lot, trying to stock the pantry and get rugs
and things. I took the kids yard sale-ing on Saturday. It rained much
of the morning, but that didn't stop the buyers or the sellers,
including us. It is sticker shock to not shop at the commissary for
groceries, except for some things like milk and eggs, which are half as
much stateside here. We are still eligible until Aug 5, as Dean's
terminal leave runs out then. We have gone to the base, but it is kinda
far from here. The pint of coconut oil I've been buying at the
commissary for $6 is $11-15 at Albertsons and such places, and the Jimmy
Dean sausage I buy for $2.49 is $6 at Albertsons. Yeesh! I didn't buy
those at Albertsons, just things that are on sale. I can't bring
myself to pay over a dollar a pound for plain rice there, nor three
dollars a pound for dry beans, so I'm having trouble thinking of things
to cook while I am still learning my way around here to go to other
stores. I bought a new GPS today, so that should help. There are tall
trees everywhere, so it's hard to make out directions and find my way
around. The weather is cool - enough so that I have been turning the
heat on in the morning, and am cold at night - finally had to swipe one
of the kids' blankets (they didn't need it). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys have played "pine cone war" and "big stick" so far in the back yard. Knowing that they wouldn't listen to me about the likely issues with those games, I let experience teach them that it's not much fun to get nailed in the face with pine cones, nor to be whacked with a big stick. </td></tr>
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And, here's the house. We don't care for the steep incline of the driveway, or having to climb stairs to get inside, nor to get to the garage from inside, but otherwise it is a good fit for now until we can build or buy. The schools are supposed to be excellent right here; their elementary school is in the same block as the clinic - which is where I've been doing our laundry (after hours) since our facilities are still in storage in North Carolina (you can always count on anything to do with the government taking a ridiculous amount of time). There is a church building a mile from us, but we are in the boundaries for one more like 15 miles away. Church was nice on Sunday; Tristan had no problem going to the nursery. One family is just three houses down from us.<br />
<br />Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-12152208521200069852012-06-09T23:48:00.000+09:002012-06-16T22:41:48.421+09:00Organize the ChaosI'm like a headless chicken, running about in a frenzy accomplishing nothing. So a little update is warranted, even though there are novels worth to blog about.<br />
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First and foremost, the deal is sealed and done! Dean and his business partner are the harried new owners of <a href="http://www.purdyvh.vetsuite.com/Templates/Clean.aspx">Purdy Veterinary Hospital</a>. We are still here in limbo for ten more days in the beautiful Republic of Korea, while the partner is manning the clinic on his own and consulting for hours a day with Dean via phone and internet. Once we get there, Dean will take over for a while so that the partner can attend his brother's wedding and then get himself moved up there from New Mexico. We will (hopefully) take a road trip through California and on to New Mexico, visit the family there, and then Dean will head right back to work, while I hope to stay a bit longer with the kiddos visiting with the grandparents and cousins.<br />
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This is still surreal to me. I pushed Dean to join the army four years ago because he's always wanted to serve our great country, the army would pay off his student loans and would MOVE us, since we hadn't managed to settle down ourselves. It has worked out beautifully. They will be moving us to our last area. I believe it is meant to be, and all roads have led to this. Indeed we are blessed, in so many ways.<br />
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In other news, this little angel keeps us on our toes! She has scaled the stairs to the top more than once, though fortunately not every day. She makes her rounds daily, trying to eat out of the trash can, pulling all the shoes off the shelf, finding all the batteries Tristan flings around, sucking on computer cords and camera cards (rendering them useless), etc. I can hardly believe that I was due to have her one year ago. She held on a few more days, though. Such a delight, she is. I love having a baby around. <br />
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Monday morning Kyler began to feel crummy. His neck was painful in the evening, and with some other symptoms Dean feared he may have had meningitis and rushed him to the ER. Fortunately it wasn't that, but Dr. Mom (yours truly) figured out the next day that it must be hand, foot and mouth disease, as Cambria began to have it as well. Their symptoms were different, but both were confirmed non-invasively at the hospital. Kyler stayed home the rest of the week, even though he felt fine by Wednesday.<br />
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In other Kyler news - I think the pictures may be lost (that camera card sucking is no good), but Kyler tested for his Dragon Belt (black belt) at the Kukkiwon International Taekwondo Headquarters here in Seoul. He passed, and is certified. It was quite a production. <br />
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Trist-man has been spared the hand foot and mouth thus far, and resists bedtime and naps as much as possible, but sometimes they get the better of him. He was in this position for a good hour before relocating to the bottom stair - and yes that is a potty seat. <br />
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I procrastinate everything, including things I enjoy, such as sewing. I've been slowly learning about quilting, and took part in helping to make a quilt of valor. These are my first real quilt blocks, and my sole contribution to the quilt of valor. I learned a tip that could save me much frustration in the future: you know how when starting to stitch with a machine, and the thread and fabric get pulled down into the feed dogs and you have to take it all apart and use the seam ripper, and then get so frustrated and lose interest in sewing... well, the tip is to hold on to the thread from the bobbin and the spool of thread. Hold it from behind as you start to stitch, and that wretched scenario won't happen. It worked almost every time as I made these six blocks. There may yet be hope for me. <br />
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Stay tuned for much moreLiving Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-26855820872060083862012-05-13T22:16:00.002+09:002012-05-13T22:17:46.852+09:00Don't Eat the Turtles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ugh - I'm so behind! I am finally getting with the program and am trying to organize the pictures on the computer. That could take years, it would seem, with interruptions every couple of minutes from the demanding ones. This is our harvest from last year :) We are growing peas now, and hoping to eat them before the big move.<br />
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We went to an airshow at K-16 last fall. Cambria seems so little here. She is such a hungry girl these days! We are astonished at how much people food she will pack away, in addition to nursing, and supplemental bottles when I'm weary of nursing.<br />
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During the festivities at the air show, Hunter basically stood in front of the broadcaster/judge making himself known. Everyone had raffle tickets. The dude kept calling numbers that no one claimed, and Hunter was so enthusiastic that he finally asked Hunter what number he had, and repeated that back, so Hunter won a 50,000 won gift card (about $45) to a Nike store in Itaewon. I took him there later and he got a backpack, to replace the one stolen/lost at school. Hunter's charms worked! <br />
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A phenomenon here in Korea is how effeminate the men can be, at least by straight American standards. This guy is carrying a purse. It is likely his own. They also wear capri style pants in the summer, glasses with no lenses (for fashion), very styled hair, lots of pastels and sparkles (neck ties especially), etc. Kyler tried to wear some pants to school the other day that are a couple of years to small, hence they came up about mid calf on him. He tried to justify it by all the Korean men, and American women who wear cropped pants (such as myself). Uh, no. He had to change his pants.<br />
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More matching his and her underwear.<br />
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A typical Korean barbecue type meal, also known as a beef and leaf (or pork and leaf) because you wrap the meat you cook (or sometimes that the server cooks on the burner) in a variety of lettuce or leaves, with various sauces and garlic and onions that you can grill. There are generally side dishes (kimchi, etc.) that come with the meals. It is fairly labor intensive, at least when you're trying to feed several hungry children who don't do any of the work (wouldn't want them near the fire anyway). And it's not terribly filling. No wonder most Koreans are so skinny!<br />
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Dean took the boys to a subway station that was having a display of many animals, bugs, reptiles, big snakes, etc. They thought it was great. There were many dead animals amongst the living, likely from over handling by children and such. This sort of thing definitely wouldn't pass muster in the U.S. Have I mentioned how excited we are to get back to the U.S.?Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-53923864634080955142012-05-12T23:41:00.000+09:002012-06-16T15:24:35.220+09:00Picture a Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hunter has been hounding
me for a new blog post. I have too much to do to spare the time
to blog, but alas, now
it's 10pm on Saturday, and since Criselda (our weekly angel) was
here today, the house is in order and I might as
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We had family pictures taken while the cherry blossoms were in bloom in April. They were beautiful, of course.<br />
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Some pictures were silly. <br />
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Some were super cute!<br />
And I managed to go another year without buying "school pictures". I
refuse. I love these ever so much more!
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Daddy-O left the next day on a free space available military flight to
the U.S. to visit the clinic in Washington State that he and his
partner-to-be are buying. I am thrilled to witness him go through all
this process and I finally feel like we are becoming grown ups. Weird,
huh? With our gray hairs and crows feet. <br />
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The prospect of settling down for real is enough to make me salivate.
We will be moving next month for the sixth time since he finished
school 8 years ago. I had hoped that it would only be once. <br />
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But, we
look back and
see the Lord's hand in each of the moves, and how they have been
purposeful and have prepared us for what is next. The timing of Dean
deciding to leave the military, Josh
coming back into the picture and wanting to be in business together, the two of them exhausting literally every other possibility for starting or buying a suitable practice in a place we would actually like to live, then this particular practice coming up for
sale when it did,
are far too much to be coincidence. Indeed, we are blessed. <br />
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The children have been resilient with all these moves. I've
come to realize that
Hunter is an introvert. He likes to play with other kids and be around
other people, but he doesn't <i>need</i> that, and is just as content to
enjoy a good book. He told us the other day about a new series he has
discovered at the library. He has been reading one a day. He's
usually
the last kid to get on the bus after school, as he's got to stop by the
library. He likes to have multiple books going at once in
case he finishes over the weekend and can't replenish right away.<br />
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Kyler, on the other hand, thrives on social interaction and knows
everyone here in our village, and everyone knows him. We have to
admonish him to come inside and eat breakfast in the morning before
school, or he would spend all that time greeting everyone outside our
balcony doors as they get on the buses.<br />
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Tristan no longer has the cold weather to deter him from trotting
outside, so we have to be vigilant with the chain on the door. This
morning in the six o'clock hour we heard (from upstairs and down the
hall) the front door open and close. I always lock the chain at night,
and it is high above what he could reach, so maybe Hunter had gone out
to get the newspaper and left it unchained? He likes to read the
comics. Anyway, Dean grabbed a robe and ran down to find Tristan out on the sidewalk. That's my boy! I had to pull him out from
behind a truck at the commissary the other day as it started to back
right into him. He is obstinate and wouldn't come along with me, as
usual. He is our love bug, and great for laughs. <br />
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Cambria went through a second round of antibiotics to kill a nasty double ear infection (first augmentin, then cefdinir). She was weighed during each of the appointments, and I was not surprised to learn that she had gained a whole pound in two weeks. She has been eating as much people food as she can get her hands on, in addition to nursing. She has 16 teeth, at ten months, and weighs over 20 pounds. She can take bites out of pears and apples, chew meat, and so on.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Dean finally said the other day that at this point, there isn't anything in particular holding us back from buying the practice outside Seattle and moving there, and he even feels peaceful, if somewhat apprehensive, about it. I am still cautiously optimistic. It is a dreamy place to live for us - with warm but not hot summers, cool but not excessively cold winters, a smaller town (several thousand) near a big happening city, water everywhere, little to no humidity and only half the rain of Astoria, OR. 70 inches was a bit much in Oregon's rain forest, but half that would be great! My dream is to build a house, using <a href="http://ubuildit.com/">Ubuildit</a>. I spend way too much time looking at house plans online. I'm attracted to the ones with real laundry rooms (big enough to double as a sewing room), walk in pantries, adequate closets, bedrooms bigger than a closet, jack and jill bathrooms - all on the main floor (especially the master bedroom), apparently a tall order as such is hard to find. We would love to have enough land to have a cow - or maybe goats again, and all the fruit and nut trees we could handle, not to mention chickens and a garden, and room for the kids to roam and forage. All I've ever wanted since Dean finished vet school was to settle down somewhere and raise a family. We are looking at our sixth move since he finished school. But if he is buying this practice - it will be the last for a loooooong time, if you don't count moving into a rental or whatever until we can build or buy (at least that would be the same area). </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Now that it is April, Kyler is eligible to go to the park again and has been spending hours there. He happily goes to bed when he plays there, as he is worn out! Early in March he was calling other kids names and picked a fight with a 12 year old kid from church. So he lost his park privileges for the duration of March. I think he is minding his Ps and Qs now.</div><br />
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I love dates!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduQqwL8D34-YR_OHLbIlW0fEVyQABOXjIFNTtwzR0JwJNdy2Ck3wDZWlh4EiYTmfHhpj0StL0DAUBSMF2xwE33uXLUNGkG7YSMR82Q4uIXjy9qiE4FsatxtLN6wqitQSCzyU_B1VMMnFb/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduQqwL8D34-YR_OHLbIlW0fEVyQABOXjIFNTtwzR0JwJNdy2Ck3wDZWlh4EiYTmfHhpj0StL0DAUBSMF2xwE33uXLUNGkG7YSMR82Q4uIXjy9qiE4FsatxtLN6wqitQSCzyU_B1VMMnFb/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I sort of hosted a little Easter activity for the ladies/kiddos from church, or the pre-school aged ones at least. Sadly, Tristan came down with pinkeye the day before, so I got a neighbor/friend to open up her home to it that morning (whew - what a lifesaver!), but brought Tristan out to hunt for eggs at least; he has the green bucket in the center.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdQyk4f2gI_-hPWiQ_eqICM-EZcZFBfqc7FeO_p5N7iwHRVOk3dAf8n0fXFu7zD0OlWU1PEvbcH7P3I71l4wLYYD06qf0jlhtAOADgs2x7Wk1rZ99F-oPCRsxtQQok1pgxVt3NDXiJM-P/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdQyk4f2gI_-hPWiQ_eqICM-EZcZFBfqc7FeO_p5N7iwHRVOk3dAf8n0fXFu7zD0OlWU1PEvbcH7P3I71l4wLYYD06qf0jlhtAOADgs2x7Wk1rZ99F-oPCRsxtQQok1pgxVt3NDXiJM-P/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">On Friday I was burning a scented candle to mask the smell of a ceiling repair, and happened to look over at Tristan just as he was holding this car over the flame. It caught fire. Not much later Hunter (9) came along and lit a napkin up. Hello!? What are you thinking, Boy?! Then Kyler decided to take a turn and got a tissue from a box nearby and wafted it over the flame, also lighting it. He freaked out and let the burning tissue fall to the floor. I told him to stomp it. He's really good at stomping from all that bug stomping as a toddler. It singed the rug and left a black mark. I swear these boys will be the death of us. Tristan some time ago nuked a motorized car in the microwave. The car was never the same after that, but the microwave was unhurt. It's never dull around here! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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After several weeks thinking that there was no possible way he could ever put his shoes on the shelf in the entry way, Hunter finally made up his mind to do it for the required 30 consecutive days, and now is delighted to finally have the glasses he needs! He knows that he'll be buying the next pair, so here's hoping he takes this new-found responsibility seriously.</div>
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Now that the countdown is on, there are a few souvenirs I would like to take with us. We are over our total weight allowance, however (storage + what we brought). We actually brought less than was allowed here, but as always have accumulated more stuff, especially with having a baby girl. Not sure what to do. This coat tree is actually from Indonesia, and I strongly suggested it as an anniversary gift from Dean :) Yep, we celebrated 12 years this month, and we're only getting better! We went on a date and had a Dr. Fish treatment, where these toothy fish eat the dead skin off your feet. It was delightful!<br />
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Our Lady Cambria is one hungry girl. At her 9 month appointment last week she was down to the ~60th percentile for weight, from the ~90th at 6 months. It's okay, but maybe she's not getting enough to eat - Dean thinks that may be why she seems more desperate and fussy lately. Of course she is more active with all the crawling... I've fed her more real food than any of the others at this age (tried to stick with just nursing as much as possible through 12 months to help avoid food allergies...), but she's always been big and hungry! So more real food it is. I actually gave her what Tristan didn't finish of his peanut butter sandwich yesterday (I know, cringe), and she ate it up. She chews at the front of her mouth with all those teeth. Kyler is still her biggest fan of the boys, and loves to ride around on Tristan's trike here in the apartment - they all do, even Hunter. They also go 'round and 'round on the scooter. We'll be happy when the weather is warmer and we have OUR OWN YARD again! She does not like strangers, even kids. She is a noisy handful now at church as well. </div>
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The pinewood derby was on Saturday. Getting Hunter to work on his car, or rather find all the parts to it that got thrown around, was like pulling teeth. So I told Dean (and Kyler) to go ahead and go on the bass fishing tour they were interested in, where it was rainy and cold and no one got a single fish, sadly. Hunter's car did as well as the effort he put into it, but he was delighted to get an award for the Best Stock Car. </div>
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Tristan has been waking in the night a lot lately, often hollering, or wandering into the boys' room (so they've been locking their door). Somehow it usually doesn't wake Cambria. But it can make for a tired and grouchy boy in the day. He was fast asleep here, and I woke the drowsy Dean as well - oops! I wonder if he is having night terrors?</div>
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We had Bunny Beatrice for about six months, and have been concerned about what to do with her when we leave. Saturday, a couple with no children inquired about her, and we made the match. She'll get lots of holding, and no chasing. Kyler is the saddest to see her go. </div>
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There was finally an opening for Hunter in Taekwondo. The people who run the children's extra curricular activities are trying to make it as difficult as possible for us since he has mild hemophilia. They harassed Dean into a meeting with about 8 ignorant bureaucrats. As his parents who know all about his condition and have been dealing with it for all nine of his years, we made the judgment that at this level he will be fine until we leave. He spends the day sparring with his brothers at home, after all, so this wouldn't be any worse. We are sure looking forward to not having Uncle Sam breathing down our necks when we are done with the army, though Dean will still have four years in the "Individual Ready Reserves" after he gets out, which means that they could call him up at any time and deploy him, but otherwise he will be done. The chances are slim that that will happen at this point, but still looming since anything can happen at any time, and there is always unrest overseas. Hopefully Hunter will be able to stay in TKD, as we have to get a doctor to sign a letter saying it is okay. The doctors at the army hospital won't, since they don't know anything about it and refuse to learn. </div>
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The boys have been losing teeth like crazy lately. The tooth fairy in these parts apparently has Alzheimer's and can't remember to come around. Hunter reminds us repeatedly, sometimes to no avail. Poor Kyler had the misfortune of three coming out at school, so his teacher took them, saying he would give them back in a little box, but instead lost them all (all on separate occasions). Kyler thinks his teacher must take the teeth home for himself to collect from the tooth fairy.</div>
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I should really get to work! My agenda for the day, besides the usual, is to try to finish the Hunger Games, for book club tonight. Since I only started late yesterday, it's not likely, but I'll at least not be completely in the dark. Have a lovely week!</div>Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-15399882609343208482012-03-10T12:50:00.006+09:002012-03-10T14:00:11.380+09:00There and Back Again<div style="text-align: center;">Always such relief when Dean comes home. He was quite due for some continuing education, and he even took a course (that he had to pay extra for) on acupuncture. He's not sure that he will ever use it, however. </div><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">He visited his brother in Portland, OR, lovingly known as "Bro" or "Uncle Bro" around here, as well as Bro's lovely bride, "Aunty Patty". Years ago I overheard Hunter and his cousin Isaac having a discussion about whether he was "Uncle Bro" or "Uncle Dro". Good stuff. The "Bros" went to the traveling <a href="http://www.bodiestheexhibition.com/about-the-exhibition.html">Body exhibi</a>t there, which Dean took the older boys to see here in Seoul as well. He also checked out the Seattle area... then went on to New Mexico. Pancho, his beloved Blue and Gold Macaw, pulled his usual trick of turning violently on Dean's mother as soon as Dean walked in the door, just as Pancho did when Dean returned from his mission. Shame on Pancho.</div><br />
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Naps are more complicated, but otherwise we're thrilled to have our nights and sleep back! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR65ILZCgNN5hy3SzKH_YXZwpb20kMcTt73czOw23h_ERhrc0lfwgnByvq1wuhT7XFssdelwe79yGDbsEE0rODLwBlWuP1R0KcKR0xc8WUiSEbfcbgYBZQzmcm056N0zESD3xjcbUckLLs/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR65ILZCgNN5hy3SzKH_YXZwpb20kMcTt73czOw23h_ERhrc0lfwgnByvq1wuhT7XFssdelwe79yGDbsEE0rODLwBlWuP1R0KcKR0xc8WUiSEbfcbgYBZQzmcm056N0zESD3xjcbUckLLs/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" width="277" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She has 10 teeth now, at 8 months. All the kids have gotten their teeth rapidly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6t_13viqACYQ6eq5hRQ56wjmwpHnUAu8TV96PdUCx8PP5RnwRXxy6LlxmSwJl2F49JOAX01SbbSmTCjlcY3_fUHSEpaCds9p-mKXocweiboXbH_mpHmOrBDKvPUHZoRa0jQLnfbeXaDM/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6t_13viqACYQ6eq5hRQ56wjmwpHnUAu8TV96PdUCx8PP5RnwRXxy6LlxmSwJl2F49JOAX01SbbSmTCjlcY3_fUHSEpaCds9p-mKXocweiboXbH_mpHmOrBDKvPUHZoRa0jQLnfbeXaDM/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We have artists among us. They believe that the world is their canvas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCqgfy6l_-zlQanM-lLlk3ydneB1tYlQVjF3u-u40beb2nBvedECWZH2XEQq5yAUkbRl7s_Q_Cc5H0b8jsaWW8M_XopYxqz_okTXiCAZz9lLZS936QttmpwrpYRow-xEmHkHsUYz65kJ5p/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCqgfy6l_-zlQanM-lLlk3ydneB1tYlQVjF3u-u40beb2nBvedECWZH2XEQq5yAUkbRl7s_Q_Cc5H0b8jsaWW8M_XopYxqz_okTXiCAZz9lLZS936QttmpwrpYRow-xEmHkHsUYz65kJ5p/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Windows are much easier to clean than walls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2LlG4JLgN3MQFPX-yONgvb2ybjxe3X0bvlAmRoibjwL9gYRiCgtq4FP_BvLHLP2ht-N0pGdqOe81VYanEL90rHTlMG2Zr3YPtck7iGPQZJL-1keCaClWVOI92A4dD_o4Y3dAxb53KIF7/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2LlG4JLgN3MQFPX-yONgvb2ybjxe3X0bvlAmRoibjwL9gYRiCgtq4FP_BvLHLP2ht-N0pGdqOe81VYanEL90rHTlMG2Zr3YPtck7iGPQZJL-1keCaClWVOI92A4dD_o4Y3dAxb53KIF7/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes they sign their work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3x2XQOxJhzEhNh7K5fIGZ1tcAIKwP5MrkyBsZXtLILrReP5r6tDNTDZ5yZGwqt3L6AirpBl6Y8Iafpj4HB-YQzRwqe6W_UGgLS7KHpNc2YX0TdyF5SAfxapb9WKlv5tmQ6ujS_6N235mN/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="86" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3x2XQOxJhzEhNh7K5fIGZ1tcAIKwP5MrkyBsZXtLILrReP5r6tDNTDZ5yZGwqt3L6AirpBl6Y8Iafpj4HB-YQzRwqe6W_UGgLS7KHpNc2YX0TdyF5SAfxapb9WKlv5tmQ6ujS_6N235mN/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It is remarkable, compared to the older boys at least, how well Tristan speaks. He started off calling both Hunter and Kyler "Dada". That has evolved to "Lala", "Laler", and finally yesterday for the first time "Kyler". He still calls Hunter "Hot-dar". Today he actually called the baby "Cam-ia" for the first time. She has been "Baby". He often speaks in sentences, and is easily a year ahead of both older boys at this age. Having olders who speaks surely helps with that. Tristan has been a little jealous of Cambria lately, I think because she gets up and around and gets into things, such as his toys, my lap, etc, and seems less like a baby and more like competition.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Hunter did a self portrait in 3-D at school. The nose is a few inches long. The resemblance is uncanny.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-KvLXT7XKFccewMD3Nq5NFSa34wysIXjlI5GwVIv_5PazUL0Nt2EbQbGQIMTWLsbb_AtmB_kZSTPxXOqBkL6I7S8kx7wZDZtrtTGBQOXrQJn5dLvX562vL__ioF5vBhJfX58MfffSEe6/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-KvLXT7XKFccewMD3Nq5NFSa34wysIXjlI5GwVIv_5PazUL0Nt2EbQbGQIMTWLsbb_AtmB_kZSTPxXOqBkL6I7S8kx7wZDZtrtTGBQOXrQJn5dLvX562vL__ioF5vBhJfX58MfffSEe6/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I measured the boys on a wall hanging we've been using for a few years. Tristan is 2 1/2, so if we double his current height, the thinking is that that will be his adult height. He is right at three feet, so potentially he could be six feet. I didn't know to do it with the other boys. Kyler is currently taller than Hunter was two years ago; they are exactly three years apart. Poor Hunter has always been on the smaller side, starting at four and a half pounds. He asked what he could do to grow taller faster (he really doesn't think much of the idea that Kyler *will* outgrow him, and Tristan - maybe even Cambria?) I said all he can do is hold his head high and shoulders back - no slouching. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepBjB5_wKAUvfLp6tlzUZw_OPCX5Uret90yW3GB0rPx9djIT75DoE8IfA18mlHaE048pSXJhj0gQHBNS9Q1i3zAPXAFWNgwUlbFV0TbX-XP5cW4IFCtn9W-BSq044qx1a8heT9mGKnp_v/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepBjB5_wKAUvfLp6tlzUZw_OPCX5Uret90yW3GB0rPx9djIT75DoE8IfA18mlHaE048pSXJhj0gQHBNS9Q1i3zAPXAFWNgwUlbFV0TbX-XP5cW4IFCtn9W-BSq044qx1a8heT9mGKnp_v/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This little Asian-style dress is for a two-year old, but hardly covers an infant. She probably won't wear it again, sadly.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Our exciting news that may or may not be is that Dean and a partner, a veterinarian that he once worked with and gets along wonderfully with, have been looking for months for a practice to buy together. This is huge for us! Emotions have been up and down here for months as they have pursued multiple clinics, and even began working on the possibility of starting one. It is a sellers' market right now, so they are hard to come by, or at least bigger ones that would support two owners. A fabulous one came up for sale recently in the Seattle area, but far out enough that it is a smallish community. This would be dreamy for us in every way. The only drawback is that it is so far from family, except for Bro, who would still be a few hours drive. Out of four offers put in for it, "we" were selected, but still have a number of wrinkles to iron out, some of which could be deal breakers. I, at least, am on pins and needles (and knees) hoping that it goes in our favor. </div>Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-14836894755254939172012-02-29T12:14:00.000+09:002012-02-29T12:14:52.401+09:00When Daddy's Away...the children will<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsbEwlu1HSLT_ltUeb2iJ8mEkUWk_kYiSDUzMOgIjcD5fWntRV5LwEEvpvPabmbTOwLgpiyBAFZPE6hUq2cJAJhao1OMqYg9ow7-DdbGNdTF95FCDlzVOI8oku9Vr5FqwABbKz8OMW_LN/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsbEwlu1HSLT_ltUeb2iJ8mEkUWk_kYiSDUzMOgIjcD5fWntRV5LwEEvpvPabmbTOwLgpiyBAFZPE6hUq2cJAJhao1OMqYg9ow7-DdbGNdTF95FCDlzVOI8oku9Vr5FqwABbKz8OMW_LN/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strike>torment </strike>play with the bunny,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQtfPLgUVZrmKFGHk-sNT1lMWIpXmKqoFxhdCRJhniByIuCg8h-G8pfGMfGqmnS6FLllvbqIk5znahqXhDF6jaJar0lZh81mb8mXqLlRmpI-5c1d6mWSWO3GJzRTI0lm-YYQkUfQlmIM8/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQtfPLgUVZrmKFGHk-sNT1lMWIpXmKqoFxhdCRJhniByIuCg8h-G8pfGMfGqmnS6FLllvbqIk5znahqXhDF6jaJar0lZh81mb8mXqLlRmpI-5c1d6mWSWO3GJzRTI0lm-YYQkUfQlmIM8/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">develop their talents (at least a time or two),</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tG9hWAjs2DhVAdkDFk40_l6-oVoc6bmVHcT0A70c1W_0iAa-MdBTnl-xN5K0TWYRKuCLb62Q6B01uhzuS91zKkL8DSjfYD1dzeVwDD6uHgiQG-c4rzgHu9XSk6U3krF6h8ktMB6LuQ5W/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tG9hWAjs2DhVAdkDFk40_l6-oVoc6bmVHcT0A70c1W_0iAa-MdBTnl-xN5K0TWYRKuCLb62Q6B01uhzuS91zKkL8DSjfYD1dzeVwDD6uHgiQG-c4rzgHu9XSk6U3krF6h8ktMB6LuQ5W/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" width="218" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">learn to stand on their own,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr4lxQMDbRLilVtbUut567NX-KrK1nHaRpxjQkpvXEScnPHUCU2cB9dcNkObPk8dq5k2uZCv3bnQSQxmqtPu3aUXy8OuECTmhyphenhyphenUD2A4U0DqunA-OoR4iuKb70KH2RJHN_0LRRn-eSCqX9B/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr4lxQMDbRLilVtbUut567NX-KrK1nHaRpxjQkpvXEScnPHUCU2cB9dcNkObPk8dq5k2uZCv3bnQSQxmqtPu3aUXy8OuECTmhyphenhyphenUD2A4U0DqunA-OoR4iuKb70KH2RJHN_0LRRn-eSCqX9B/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and be precious angels, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVMiL-JSgWPTFThUDK65ctXxk2R6kB5TtQpEaBSk7pGNr8sHdYCEgPuGKoCnhVeMiwKMPPtgiqcmwFrXQ7_6lBjAvdhrTmk2zq04Z47lR3PWFSgXugB6a_Ki5LmG83ZKboHs4tSX_7FwL/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVMiL-JSgWPTFThUDK65ctXxk2R6kB5TtQpEaBSk7pGNr8sHdYCEgPuGKoCnhVeMiwKMPPtgiqcmwFrXQ7_6lBjAvdhrTmk2zq04Z47lR3PWFSgXugB6a_Ki5LmG83ZKboHs4tSX_7FwL/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">except when they are wailing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">and gnashing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEg9rq9AWkk-FDPeaG9TDkgiL66hXE7HT7GX8YHDrj-B1vzB0gJjRf9ahhhkVY4y4HijUGwNVyDeZUOi457tTqM4xGMfC4t1ZXbbgrc0ANM2Ju3_2OrsrP21mLo3gHBLfWg5U7czpzjFbi/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEg9rq9AWkk-FDPeaG9TDkgiL66hXE7HT7GX8YHDrj-B1vzB0gJjRf9ahhhkVY4y4HijUGwNVyDeZUOi457tTqM4xGMfC4t1ZXbbgrc0ANM2Ju3_2OrsrP21mLo3gHBLfWg5U7czpzjFbi/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="226" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't remember what the offense was here, but Kyler is a very sensitive child, who enjoys besieging others, but doesn't like to be on the receiving end. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In church on Sunday the children sang a song they've been learning in Primary. Hunter, all on his own, <strike>danced</strike> gyrated (arms in the air, spinning around) throughout the song (he's nine). Fortnuately, a four-year old sang as loud as the rest of the primary together (I'm relieved to report that Hunter has given up that role) so the focus was on that kid, who was a little off (ahead or behind) the rest of the primary. It was all most entertaining.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are all over the flu, except for Dean and Hunter who were spared. It took me the longest to recover, at nine days. Cambria did the best with it, as she was the only one who got Tamiflu. I've ingested more ibuprofen, acetaminophen, decongestants, etc. the last few weeks than I have in probably the last ten years. As if the flu wasn't enough, my face started hurting like crazy toward the end of the flu, and I first thought it was a tooth ache (not another root canal?!), but alas turned out to be a sinus infection. It took a week of antibiotics (after a four-hour wait in the ER during a holiday weekend) for the pain to end. I am not yet well.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tristan is still working away. He had to get a work visa some time ago in his passport.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dean has been in the U.S. for a veterinary conference in Las Vegas, and then to attend to some business. We may have very exciting news soon, but maybe not. So when there is something to tell, I will. Our time here is winding down with less than four months to go! </div>Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483180333028507000.post-18503642936313334752012-02-10T23:06:00.001+09:002012-02-10T23:09:25.449+09:00Shut In and Stretched Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7VM6Ap54J9mlU6iKDdnqaXvDpY8cUk73T2fYMOdWgEglF4NCpbpUSLe3NedZGIG8HU8aNuBappjZCefsQHMbnD6Mbre_lNLnkWPbZbRcuahFjraUO1QzXS7kSRJGNWuc-z8kJfOTxDVCt/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7VM6Ap54J9mlU6iKDdnqaXvDpY8cUk73T2fYMOdWgEglF4NCpbpUSLe3NedZGIG8HU8aNuBappjZCefsQHMbnD6Mbre_lNLnkWPbZbRcuahFjraUO1QzXS7kSRJGNWuc-z8kJfOTxDVCt/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It's cold here in the winter. Probably not any colder than Ramah, NM, but this is what Cambria wears outside. She has started crawling now. She's not racing around yet, but moseys her way along.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5BZn7ZARugKZ7YseoVNiPuM6V-gbqqQeFHuppeYV7rw9KZBcpQ_sZG-FtxCeIlSCiuBN3asrtm1VU9HGzG59sdUuoawjujwNbL7FaoNWES7CMSdiQwD6SB5DVSNuh9BC2GbRfwgryIKdA/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5BZn7ZARugKZ7YseoVNiPuM6V-gbqqQeFHuppeYV7rw9KZBcpQ_sZG-FtxCeIlSCiuBN3asrtm1VU9HGzG59sdUuoawjujwNbL7FaoNWES7CMSdiQwD6SB5DVSNuh9BC2GbRfwgryIKdA/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It sure is fun having a little girl to dress up for church. Her hair is getting long enough that I'm not sure what to do with it, as it sticks out of the little bands now kinda funny. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhel9EaQaeE0L2Gyu3H9eBrMbvJfv6xwiRCCAPlHuWIiPvq8s9rMuRBEVP9-KieFekd1CcDR7Y-A1voX_5D83tsnMFMUujSug2HOqMYGdVa4fQgX6w4C0gYVjyHxzFdACg3CHFVabyBVTnX/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhel9EaQaeE0L2Gyu3H9eBrMbvJfv6xwiRCCAPlHuWIiPvq8s9rMuRBEVP9-KieFekd1CcDR7Y-A1voX_5D83tsnMFMUujSug2HOqMYGdVa4fQgX6w4C0gYVjyHxzFdACg3CHFVabyBVTnX/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Sometimes it's easier to haul her upstairs with the laundry. I long to not have to go up and down stairs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoAV9kJ4LL3mVhwA3lT8Axd8XH_MUzipKvoufo9FnDAsdSy7rf9REJj_y5bbctrA9swYcuHrOBQf2wFVTkWokD84gbE-R1x_0CKI4QQgkFdLG7GNLhXmfJY5i4JjuRqBXyTsnmWF6Zx_-/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoAV9kJ4LL3mVhwA3lT8Axd8XH_MUzipKvoufo9FnDAsdSy7rf9REJj_y5bbctrA9swYcuHrOBQf2wFVTkWokD84gbE-R1x_0CKI4QQgkFdLG7GNLhXmfJY5i4JjuRqBXyTsnmWF6Zx_-/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> She eats lots of cheerios. The trick is to keep the boys out of them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-q-4X3FQGx-kpBFkoU7gQqA6PLyXDEwuHROahBZjPSacPPswL7heaPnmSJGh3unBs_UP0zJjjBU_CNWN_gC95MyDSXc50RQOZQN96k_CHPbre6JGD2LZQaFpPXPFQJ6Wqnz2T4EXYvheY/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-q-4X3FQGx-kpBFkoU7gQqA6PLyXDEwuHROahBZjPSacPPswL7heaPnmSJGh3unBs_UP0zJjjBU_CNWN_gC95MyDSXc50RQOZQN96k_CHPbre6JGD2LZQaFpPXPFQJ6Wqnz2T4EXYvheY/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Criselda, our weekly angel, loves Cambria.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAmoS9_NxhawRuGdw2YkaxQk4adqh6tZQb1XFrVHMJzlRb9NJIW0TBytKdDyL32LYA8cnaCn-jTOQkmiE-jMm0YrHaPXx1yndY5MPomGvccbuoQkyJq_KLNJdhxxlE6-UNgR-Q2xHCk01/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAmoS9_NxhawRuGdw2YkaxQk4adqh6tZQb1XFrVHMJzlRb9NJIW0TBytKdDyL32LYA8cnaCn-jTOQkmiE-jMm0YrHaPXx1yndY5MPomGvccbuoQkyJq_KLNJdhxxlE6-UNgR-Q2xHCk01/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I've made a few pillow cases of late. A fun, simple project, especially with the fabric available here in Korea.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmYhWUxKeaof08DGuqEyNe6OX5cqqA6jueHOIFw8TEDScWGQzlHcerLqzGAb6yTssdCAn0P4pNZ3zWgmDz1jECgRZZTXpKVZZ-7qar0zLF3cDGdl5ycir83Qz4kotunuWLHU_ij3klybm/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmYhWUxKeaof08DGuqEyNe6OX5cqqA6jueHOIFw8TEDScWGQzlHcerLqzGAb6yTssdCAn0P4pNZ3zWgmDz1jECgRZZTXpKVZZ-7qar0zLF3cDGdl5ycir83Qz4kotunuWLHU_ij3klybm/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" width="319" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXfvxXJaAUyMeZGNZdSInuidA5dawjupVBVReZye4gzlK7TYUDxY2kI4wTsn1j5aTkEALC-v0p39qxQ8flpcLEUtUWgO4DqkiAnc5QOaxikAfeKwObI2FZEIp4VHuJKMQ7Z3u2RCKezT8X/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXfvxXJaAUyMeZGNZdSInuidA5dawjupVBVReZye4gzlK7TYUDxY2kI4wTsn1j5aTkEALC-v0p39qxQ8flpcLEUtUWgO4DqkiAnc5QOaxikAfeKwObI2FZEIp4VHuJKMQ7Z3u2RCKezT8X/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kyler found a use for his grabber toy when the ball stuck to the ceiling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0NrVcNADGC1UaRt8OztOKG2YFWLyJvCTmA-mC3YharcR5T40mOMpqTN4bjsLUxC7J-EFstp5BQHNEaCDd2N38djbCMt-lf1jt2Chu3IHyeoUltRnHbk3jZx68i7GrRjyI_OgyNF3sGgu/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0NrVcNADGC1UaRt8OztOKG2YFWLyJvCTmA-mC3YharcR5T40mOMpqTN4bjsLUxC7J-EFstp5BQHNEaCDd2N38djbCMt-lf1jt2Chu3IHyeoUltRnHbk3jZx68i7GrRjyI_OgyNF3sGgu/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Tristan and Cambria do entertain each other much of the day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSPA6YlsKuUhe5VqY-OWClF8Dd-yQX5YBEpx8eLdZLxoLn0b5tTdaLgBmzNWkq8lOIwec2pvgWjnVHXJfhnyPDOcjjOupNaxd8nNU0Uqp47oDeKf0BwNC6sR6iWmJ5U9sdlwIut_C-RZ3t/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSPA6YlsKuUhe5VqY-OWClF8Dd-yQX5YBEpx8eLdZLxoLn0b5tTdaLgBmzNWkq8lOIwec2pvgWjnVHXJfhnyPDOcjjOupNaxd8nNU0Uqp47oDeKf0BwNC6sR6iWmJ5U9sdlwIut_C-RZ3t/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jSVegpAa5AARu38wT5nCP3verm5zTwoeho5mTZSxpctxCkhmEMSesHC1ZxzDDPMEb6p7n43j1K6dT4HQYV-1MBML9z4ZJQ2PjawOetI6GDpccQj6HHn2AU2D29yav_wNjZ6SXz9PQ1-X/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jSVegpAa5AARu38wT5nCP3verm5zTwoeho5mTZSxpctxCkhmEMSesHC1ZxzDDPMEb6p7n43j1K6dT4HQYV-1MBML9z4ZJQ2PjawOetI6GDpccQj6HHn2AU2D29yav_wNjZ6SXz9PQ1-X/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 2/3 of us have been sick of late. The only one diagnosed is Cambria, who has the flu. Not sure which was worse for her in diagnosing that - shoving the q-tip up to her brain to get a sample, or having to hold her arms straight up for chest x-rays. She was not amused. Tristan is rather ill as well, though I didn't take him in. The doctor said it's probably the same thing. And, sure enough, I started feeling achy and unwell around the same time as Cambria. Kyler stayed home from school about 1.2 days this week - also not feeling good and croupy coughing over one night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk444-ssH1cbLqtdd4dc_fzqDz_wmG8NXwGVhEA0zUw2xYrY02Ks1KJBTrjvzBvGeFCLS2l5Hb5PXh0w1actfNuzIQ13gf1Cwy8Yx51t-yG8dyWAyU6n2Z2rdbYI_xiwVay6-o8Q58Hjvx/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk444-ssH1cbLqtdd4dc_fzqDz_wmG8NXwGVhEA0zUw2xYrY02Ks1KJBTrjvzBvGeFCLS2l5Hb5PXh0w1actfNuzIQ13gf1Cwy8Yx51t-yG8dyWAyU6n2Z2rdbYI_xiwVay6-o8Q58Hjvx/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know these guys aren't up to par if they are willingly lounging around.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In Hunter news - apparently he hasn't been around for pictures much - he has decided he wants to have glasses, so is up to about two weeks now of putting his shoes on the shelf. Hallelujah! Maybe there is hope. Also, the pills came and he has been taking them for a week. It's probably too soon to tell if he is improving, but we're hopeful. He doesn't want to lose his fidgety-ness - not sure why. His second quarter report card came out (right about the time the pills came - so not because of the pills) and there was an A on it, and no Ds, which is much improved from straight Cs and Ds the first quarter. </div>Living Lavalleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445972538313303822noreply@blogger.com3