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I took my little man to Sears today to get portraits done.  He is adorable, of course, and I want to savor his adorable-ness.  I sat and waited for our turn while the folks before us checked out.  Their baby was also about ten months old.  Their total came to more than $300.  None of their credit cards had enough available credit for the full amount, so they had to spread it over two or three cards.  I am always stunned when the people who cannot afford such luxuries are the (only?) ones who spend that kind of money on them.  I "could" afford to do that, but wouldn't dream of it for all the obvious reasons.  Included in their package were "fine art prints" and "more pictures than we have wall space for; we'll need a bigger house just for the pictures", said the mother.

I am all for people spending money that they have, but the reason for our recent economic collapse is because of scenarios such as this (along with people not having any savings, not to mention planning ahead for retirement, college for the kids, etc.).  I recall an episode of Roseanne where Dan got a job selling hot tubs.  He quit the job after his first sale because the buyer made very little money, but insisted that he "deserved" one, and would buy one from someone else if not from him.  Dan couldn't live with himself selling overpriced hot tubs that people obviously don't need, to people who really can't afford them.   By the way, my mom was scandalized by Roseanne, but she rarely reads this blog anyway, he he.  She did say more than once while I was growing up that "A fool and his money are soon parted."

I politely declined all the enhancements, packages, collections, excessive poses, etc. and spent a total of $17, and got what I needed to preserve our memory of this precious baby at this age.  Oh, and I used a coupon.  So in a couple of months I wonder if these folks will be back to buy $300 more of portraits...

Yes, we can

We made it to DC, as did my mom, the week before our solo trip to Asheville. Dean picked her up at the airport there while I settled in our room with the kids. My dad, however, was having a bleed on the day they were to fly out from NM, so he didn't get to come. We were all disappointed, but carried on. Here's Hunter in front of the white house. The secret service dudes are visible on top.
Tristan likes Grandma. He hadn't seen her since his second day of life. He makes lots of faces.
Tristan loves climbing in cupboards at home and in the hotel room.
Kyler demonstrated quickly that staying with us was going to be a problem, so we used the leash for part of the day to convince him otherwise. He thought little of it, so once we took it off he was pretty good about sticking close by. When it was time to make the drive from NC, I had told him to wear sandals. He found some sandals from his past and brought them along. It wasn't until we were hours down the road that we realized what he had done (they were much too small for him) so we got some cheap flip flops at Target. He is obsessed with socks right now, so he wore socks with the flip flops.

Hunter took off twice on the first day of touring around, so he ended up getting to wear the leash for part of the day as well (once I found him the second time). He was most embarrassed by it and made a point of not running off any more.

Here on the Potomac, Dean rented a pedal boat to take Hunter out on, since Hunter had been asking. One try, though, and Dean realized he couldn't begin to pedal. His knee is still pretty jacked up from the injury last summer, and he still doesn't have nearly enough range of motion after the surgery nearly four months ago. So, I had to go out and do it! That's not usually the sort of thing I do, but I managed to take Hunter and Kyler each out and we pedaled around. It was hard work (for me), but they enjoyed it.

I believe this is a Smithsonian building, which memorializes Mr. Smithson. His crypt was inside. He was the benefactor that started the whole thing, even though he had never set foot in the U.S. He was later interred there, apparently.
I thought these sculptures were kinda cool. They were near an art museum. My mom thought most of the art inside was atrocious (headless naked ladies and such).
She kinda like this piece, though.
This is the National Cathedral. I love seeing big, amazing architecture, particularly churches. This was outstanding. I've always wanted to see it.



We made it to the National Zoo. I was the only one who stood in the looooooooong line to see the giant panda. It was nice that many things were free to see, however don't be fooled about the costs of visiting DC. We drove in to the capitol two days, and paid dearly for parking ($20 just for the zoo). Our hotel was about 10 miles east of DC. The prices, particularly during spring break and cherry blossom season, go up exponentially the closer in you get. We rode the "metro" (subway) one day, which was considerably faster than driving. It cost about $20 round trip for all of us during off-peak hours. At the metro station a guy asked Dean for money (you know, a panhandler). Dean laughed and told the guy to get some from Obama since he has a stash of it. The guy actually chuckled and went on his way.


My Great Aunt Effie (43-8) trained pilots in WWII. We found her name here in an exhibit at Arlington National Cemetery.


The cherry blossoms were blooming while we were there, and were beautiful. Here we are at Arlington holding up the foot traffic while someone offered to take our picture.
We happened upon the changing of the guard at the tomb of the unknown soldier at Arlington National Cemetery.
After three and a half days of the children stomping on Dean's feet as we walked for miles and miles, his sandal finally had it, falling apart . Fortunately the Arlington cemetery was our last sight to see. We did stop and visit my cousin Clint and his lovely wife Celeste and their little Logan on our way out of the area. Dean and I are ready to take a break from any more family vacations for a while, although we'll probably be making the trek to NM soon before we head to Korea.

We did it!

Yes, we did. We left the children and took a little solo trip to celebrate our tenth anniversary which was last month. I AGONIZED for months trying to decide if we would and what we would do. Hubby usually puts me in charge of such things, which has its ups and downs. We both aren't very keen at making decisions, i.e. should we go on a date? where do you want to go? what are you going to order? I dunno? - it's ridiculous, really. I kind of wanted to go to Europe - after all, Travelzoo advertises such hot deals; Dean kind of wanted to take a cruise. Neither sounded very exciting if a baby was to tag along, and we weren't sure if we could get anyone (namely a grandma) to watch the children. So back and forth we went for months. "I have to give notice to take leave", said Dean many times.

We finally secured (suckered?) my mom to come out here and stay with the kids. The plan was for her and my dad to come to DC and meet up with us so they could visit the capitol while we were somewhat able to show them around (as if we know our way around - but certainly better than they do). Then, they would drive back here with us and stay around a few days with the kiddos while we went somewhere (anywhere) on our own. I still wasn't convinced about leaving Baby with Grandma - he is in the frisky stage and I just didn't know if she would want to keep up with him.

Then, at nearly the last minute, an angel offered to take my little man! She LOVES babies and so do her girls, and he was happy as a clam with them. I was beyond relieved! (Thank you, thank you! You know who you are!) I probably would have just taken him with us otherwise, which would have been OK, but it was indeed magical to have a few precious days to ourselves. The only concern at that point was that he still nurses - I go at least a year with the babies (he's 9 1/2 months now). He had only rarely had a bottle. But he had a ball with all the angels who cared for him, and as soon as I walked in he wanted to nurse - never missed a beat. I had dutifully taken my fancy pump along and came home with about four pounds of the good stuff, which we managed to keep cold the whole time. The freezer is now restocked. I had been pumping up a supply for him to have while we were gone, and there was just barely enough. My mom stayed with the older boys at the house and hopefully had a good time with them :)

So, I'll work backwards with our little vacations. We decided that it would be nice to just see what there is to see more locally. I can't imagine that we would ever again have occasion to live in North Carolina. Asheville seems like a happening place, and the thing to do there is see the Biltmore House, the largest "house" in America. We came close to passing it up since it cost so darn much to see it, but fortunately we gave in and indeed it was worth it. Asheville is about six hours away. I learned that it is the house used in the movie The Private Eyes, that I watched many times as a child. We had it on "disc", if you remember those (before VCRs). Dean hasn't seen the movie, so it should be coming in the mail today via netflix.

There are four stories and more than 250 rooms. It was the house of George VanderBilt, whose family was to the oil and railroad industry of the day what Bill Gates is to computers today. It took six years to build, and still seems to employ a large portion of the local population.

I love gargoyles, and was not disappointed. I believe the one above was in the Private Eyes movie - I still remember that.


I am in this picture below. Inside of this part is a four-story, wrought-iron chandelier. It was amazing, as was everything else in the house. Pictures were not allowed inside, which was kind of a relief, because people would probably move too slowly through the house, and a person could never take a picture of everything she'd want... I loved the furniture, of course, the architecture, everything, and the house is a showcase for many works of art. Entire rooms were designed to hold certain pieces of art, including a painting that was taken from a ceiling in Europe.

This is just a portion of the house. I don't begrudge people spending their own money on what they see fit. Apparently it took up much of his inheritance to do this, but that was his money. He didn't go into debt to do it, nor did he die a pauper, and it is a gem for all the world to see now.

There was much to see outside on the grounds, such as this fellow below.

This is one end of the house. I love turrets. Dean says I like any house with a turret on it (I always point them out, after all).

I didn't see the title of this piece anywhere.

I would call it "Swat the bum."
This was the view from one balcony - simply beautiful. The property was just as planned as the house itself. He hired a landscape architect who planned for the placement of millions (yes, millions) of plants and trees. It was to make it seem natural, but in fact was totally planned out.

A lovely waterfall. The house is on several square miles of land - not as much as he originally purchased, but the drive was a few miles on the property.

I had this same purple plant in my entry way in Albuquerque, as well as lamb's ears, like the ones below the purple plant. These were in a green house with many other beautiful plants, succulents, flowers, orchids (in bloom), etc.


We happened to go during the "festival of flowers". The spring bulbs were glorious, and there were fresh flowers galore arranged and placed inside the house. Some are grown on site, and others are purchased from a local grower. There was an entire "floral staff".


On the way to Asheville, we took the slow and windy mountain route to see Chimney Rock. Once we got near it, Dean looked it up on his trusty iPhone and found that it was $14 a person to see it. It was late in the day, and I hate feeling like I'm being ripped off, so we passed, and "saw" it from a distance.

We ate at the Bavarian Dining Restaurant one evening while in Asheville. Dean had never experienced German food. I had some while visiting my sister there several years ago. He had a roulade with noodles. I had a schnitzel topped with melted Muenster Cheese and Black Forest Ham, and hot potato salad. The salad before hand was tomato, onion and a dressing. Having the tomato-dislike gene, I normally can't stand them (except on a good burger), but this was good stuff. We had some of their homemade bratwurst for an appetizer, and for dessert I had cream puffs and Dean had a Black Forest dessert. It was all yummy!


There was a random chimney after Chimney Rock. I'm guessing the rest of the house burned down around it some time ago, and vandals haven't demolished it yet.

The first night of our trip we decided to take it easy and only made it as far as High Point, NC. I looked at furniture at a few stores. I was good and only 'looked' - like I buy much furniture anyway, I mostly just lust after it. We ate at a yummy Thai restaurant - Dean always looks on Yelp via his iPhone to see the reviews. I occasionally will make a Thai curry for dinner, but need to branch out a bit and learn to make more stuff. It sure is good! We saw Avatar that night. It made me motion sick. Fortunately I didn't vomit, but still didn't feel good for most of it. Neither of us cared much for it. It was certainly a leftist propaganda show.

I'll post about our DC trip and the rest of the month later...

We're Going!

Woohoo! Dean got an email overnight from the head of pediatrics at the hospital on Yongsan base in Seoul, South Korea stating that they will allow "command sponsorship" for our family to accompany Dean. Yay! It took his soon-to-be colonel getting involved and pulling some strings, or rather prodding them a bit to locate a pediatric hematology department at a local hospital in Seoul that is willing to see to the boys' care and that can come up with factor for them. That's all it took. I think that Dean and I will see about getting training to administer the factor ourselves (learn to start an I.V., which obviously Dean can do, but the boys aren't cats after all
- ha ha) so we can be more self sufficient. So, now it's time to get passports for the boys and all that jazz...

Blogging Fool

Really and truly, a lot more goes on in our lives than I manage to blog about. Let's see, I missed blogging anything about Christmas, the boys' birthdays... yeah the big ones.

So, Dean finally bought me a hole thingy that I can put the card from the digital camera into, to get the pictures on the computer, since whatever dork who designed this computer didn't include one! I'm totally technologically challenged, yet Dean is a natural. He doesn't care for computers, though, but he can seem to do anything with them. Before he left today for Texas for the week for training he uploaded the current pictures from the camera via his laptop to our (home) public network (whatever that means, really) because the (my) computer wants to format the disk with the hole thingy, which even I know enough to know that that would likely erase the pictures on the disk... so, here goes some recent memories...

And, by the way, he got an email today from his soon-to-be commander in Korea offering to help pull some strings to try to get our family to all go together to Korea! That is by no means a guarantee, but we'll take any offer of assistance!

The decision to not let us go was completely unwarranted. Most people we know would never know that we're currently raising two hemophiliacs, because it's hardly been an issue since they have it mildly! Granted, when you hear "hemophilia" images come to mind of bleeding to death from a paper cut, but that's not us! My dad has lived with it for 71 years now, and is really doing pretty darn well with respect to it. Medicine has come a looooong way since he was diagnosed after circumcision about 70 years ago, so it hasn't been any issue whatsoever yet for Tristan (we don't circumcise our boys), and Hunter's only needed treatment for planned surgeries such as ear tubes, tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy, and once when he got a cut on his head as a toddler. We had clotting factor on hand for each of those times, and we have more of a clue about what is going on and how to treat than any doctors we've run across (except of course for the hematologists who run the hemophilia treatment centers where the boys are followed once a year). Anyway, we're crossing our fingers and continuing our prayers.

It breaks my heart to think of Dean missing out on Tristan's entire second year, and baptizing Hunter when he turns 8, and Kyler's wild and crazy ways. The last time Dean was gone for a week (just a few weeks ago) Kyler was climbing the walls - I can't imagine a year of that! Anyway, I'll stop now and just narrate the pictures.

Got your taxes done? Here's Hunter to remind you.

Kyler still has that shoe and hat fetish (that hat goes to an outfit that fits Tristan right now, that was Dean's when he was a baby).
And here would be Master Kyler cleaning up a mess that was due to his negligence. I had asked him the previous day to take a sack of trash out - of which he is perfectly capable. He took it out and threw it on the snow. Some neighborhood dog came along and tore up the bag, scattering the trash all around the yard, and the snow melted.
So, I gave Kyler the trash can and sent him out to do it the hard way, since he wouldn't do it the easy way (and just put the trash bag in the trash barrel in the first place). It took him a while, tears were shed, and we had to lock the door to keep him out there, but eventually he finished (with a smidge of help from Mom at the end). Hopefully a lesson was learned, but I'm not holding my breath.
Here I am with the love of my life enjoying a date for Valentine's Day. We ate at a fabulous restaurant in Swansboro - the White Oak River Bistro. We had delicious seafood. Our window had a river view. Yes, I'm still nursing Baby if you can't tell by the Holsteins in the picture. It was chilly so Dean wore an obligatory sweater - that only happens about once a year, and only after my suggestion (or prodding - I love man sweaters, but my man is perpetually hot and avoids hot clothing). Dates are always so magical - time out without the children. We don't do it often enough, so when we do it is so nice. We recently celebrated our 10th anniversary, by the way. I didn't get a picture of that, but we went next door to Riverside Steak and Seafood and again had a wonderful meal.

A week ago we visited Fort Macon, about an hour from us. It has a lot of history, including being held by the Union and Confederate armies, and was even used through WWII. It was beautiful weather, and perfect for the boys to run around and check out weapons like cannons.
The boys never forgo an opportunity to climb a wall.
Tristan is very much mobile now, and pulls himself to stand. The only problem with that is that he doesn't know how to get back down from standing yet. So much to learn. He is the sweetest little angel, and hardly fusses at all, except when Kyler picked him up and then tripped and dropped him and fell on him the other day - which did leave a large bruise on his forehead.

Tristan crawls in style with one of Kyler's favorite hats.

And, that would be Kyler in the tree. I am a mother of boys. I accept this. I let them be boys. Other people often shudder when they see my boys in action, for instance up in a tree. Somehow, knock on wood, we haven't had any broken limbs yet, and I have learned to trust my instincts. In this instance, they said to grab the camera. He got down the same way he got up - by himself.

Old memory

Imagine my surprise when I'm reading the blog of a lovely lady from my hometown and run across this picture from high school when I was the freshmen football homecoming attendant. I'm not sure if it's obvious which person I am in the picture or not. Thanks for the laugh and memory Stacy!

The Results

I took the boys in for their well-child exams - all three of them. Hunter has always been on the smallish side, especially since he started off at 4 lbs 8 oz. He is now in the 50th percentile for his height (it took about a year for him to even get on the chart) and the 60th for his weight. Kyler was in the 75-90th percentile for his height and 60th for his weight, and Baby Tristan was the same as Kyler, with 90th percentile for his head circumference. And, at eight months, Tristan has eight teeth. He's had those for a while now, and I have the bite marks to prove it!

In other news, we've learned once again that we can absolutely not accompany Dean to Korea when he goes this summer. So, he'll go for a year, and hopefully we'll be able to go to my home town of Ramah, NM for the year. We're waiting to hear about that.

Random Tidbits

I really can't say that I never won anything. At Bro's wedding this summer, there was a quiz about the bride and groom with all sorts of questions such as "what is his favorite snack", "on what street do they live", etc. I got the most answers right of all the guests, so I won - this lovely mug, with pictures of the bride, groom, and their dogs - both of whom were in the wedding.

Here is Dean's beloved bird, Pancho. During Dean's convalescence recently, Pancho got to spend most of his days with him. Normally he spends the day in his cage in another room while his "Lover" is gone to work. All this togetherness was enough to get Pancho's adolescent hormones racing, since he's long since decided that Dean is his one true love. So, here he is in the towel cupboard nesting, preparing a place for their offspring.