Karate Kid!

Or rather Taekwondo Kid! He loves his classes and is having a great time. And, as you can see he has got the fighting stance down! Bullies beware!

On Monday we had the day off so Christian and I joined a few of his school mates at a local bowling alley. And while he enjoyed the bowling, he was much more interested in riding on the motorcycle in the arcade! I had a hard time getting him off of it when it was time to leave. Check out those cool bowling shoes!

Happy Friday!

Broken Computer

My posts are fewer and farther between since my computer went on the fritz. Shane and I are "sharing" one computer these days and for those of you who know my husband, trying to get computer time is like trying to wrestle the honey jar away from the Bear!!! He is working on fixing mine and I'm very hopeful it won't be much longer.

I've also been a bit under the weather with a nasty cold but I'm feeling a bit better every day.

I did get word from Cousin Jennifer that Flat Stanley should be home from California soon so stay tuned for an update on his exploits!

Hope everyone is well.

Fun Stuff in 2008

This picture was taken on New Year's Day at Grandma and Granddad's. These are Christian's pals Hootie and Star, his Aunt Kathie and Uncle Danny's "kids". Christian loves to play with them when we visit and they think he's pretty fun too.





One of the things we did during our holiday break was take Christian to the Air & Space Museum in Chantilly. What a great place. We had a blast looking at all the airplanes, rockets and the space shuttle.





And Christian thought the kid size space suit was pretty cool.



But I think his favorite thing was the display of old Star Wars action figures. They even had an old Star Wars lunch box on display. Does anyone remember having one of those? I was actually more of a Partridge Family kind of girl but that's a whole other blog!

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Our weather a few weekends ago was really nice so we decided to take a trip out to Gravelly Point Park (I think that's what it's called) out by Reagan National Airport. It's a very cool place because when the planes fly over to come in for a landing they get really close to the ground and fly right over top of you. I took a few pictures of the planes while Shane and Christian ran around and played some catch. We had a great time.

My Baby!

It's just before 7:00 a.m. this morning. I've finished showering, drying my hair and attemping to hide the lines on my face and dark circles under my eyes with make-up. I walk out of the bathroom and it is still dark and very quiet in my house. The sun has not yet come up. Shane is sound asleep on the couch -- his bed away from home on the nights the little visitor invades our space as has happened on this night. Shane calls him the "heat seeking missile" because the more Shane scoots over to the side of the bed the closer Christian burrows himself into him. Eventually Shane always ends up on the couch.

Since Shane is on the couch in the living room I don't go turn on the television for the traffic and weather as is my usual routine. I peek into our bedroom and see that Christian is still fast asleep in our bed. I crawl into our nice warm bed next to him and with my head propped up in my hand I lean down and kiss the back of his head. His hair smells like a mixture of J&J baby shampoo and Old Spice shaving foam. I gave him some of Shane's shaving foam in a cup during his bath last night so he could "shave." Just as my senses are registering how sweet he smells he rolls toward me and somehow manages to curl himself up perfectly in the crook of my arm just like when he was a baby. And I lay there in the quiet, dark room and I feel his warm breath on my cheek and suddenly I'm back in the middle of one of those many nights of mid-night wakings after he's nursed and fallen back to sleep in my arms.

This perfect little creature God has given me to love and care for. I lay there with my eyes closed feeling his warm breath and his little body rising and falling with each one and for those few precious moments I get to live that all over again. For those few precious moments my little boy is my little baby again. But nothing lasts forever and eventually he stirs and rolls away back into his own little space with his head safely back on his froggy pillow. Many times on many different occasions people said to me "enjoy this moment because he'll only be a baby once." But this morning I got to experience one of God's little everyday miracles and I got to enjoy it one more time.

1st Christmas - 9 months old

Our Merry Christmas!

Our holidays were wonderful. I was off work from the 21st through the new year. On the Friday before Christmas I took Christian to school in the morning and came home and began my baking. I got the dough made for the sugar cookies and gingerbread men and baked up the snickerdoodles before Christian got home for the day.

After he got home we got busy with our rolling pins and had a blast decorating the cookies!

I pretty much baked non-stop Friday and Saturday and got it all done.

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Christmas Eve finally arrived and Christian was so excited.

He put out the cookies for Santa...

And the stockings were hung by the chimney...

The tree pre-Santa...

Before bed we read "Twas the Night Before Christmas"...

And even Gordon had visions of sugarplums while waiting for Santa!

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Santa arrived on schedule and it was so much fun to experience the excitement of a four year old on Christmas morning. Grandma and Grandad made the drive from Stevensville in the morning to watch Christian open his presents. He loved everything he got but I think the highligts were his Superman bathrobe and his karate uniform! Mommy and Daddy signed him up for lessons and wrapped up his uniform to surprise him.

The tree post-Santa...

The stockings filled with their bounty...

After we got everything unwrapped we all had a nice breakfast and played with some of Christian's new toys for awhile. Then, we managed to pull ourselves together and headed off to Uncle Skip and Aunt Colleen's for Christmas dinner with the rest of the Bailey clan. It was great to see everyone. Christian loves to see all his Aunts, Uncles and cousins.

With Aunt Colleen, Uncle Skip and Cousin Taylor

We had a great Christmas and we hope you all did too. I'll do a separate post about New Year's and some fun stuff we did while we were off work and school.

Counting Down to Christmas Day!

Well, it's almost here and Christian is bouncing off the walls with anticipation. We've been counting the days off on the advent calendar since Dec. 1st but as it gets closer you can feel the excitement building. Grandma GoGo's gifts have all arrived and are under the tree. Their arrival took the excitement level up a notch or two. He only has a half day of school tomorrow. His school is having a holiday puppet show and then Shane and I are picking him up at noon.

All week long he has been doing all kinds of seasonal projects at school. They are all so cute and will be put away in the memory box.



After we pick him up tomorrow we'll be heading home to do our Christmas baking. Christian is very excited to help me decorate the gingerbread men and the sugar cookies. In addition to those cookies I'll also be baking snickerdoodles, thumbprint shortbreads with raspberry jam, Reese cup tarts, peanut blossoms with hershey kisses, rice krispy treats, coconut macaroons, chocolate fudge and maybe peppermint patties if I'm feeling adventurous. I love to bake for the holidays. It always gets me into the spirit of the season.

All my shopping is done -- only the wrapping left to do. Our spare bedroom looks a bit like Santa's workshop filled with shopping bags, boxes, rolls of gift wrap, bags of bows....

I'll blog more later about the baking and preparation over the weekend. Hope your holiday spirit is in full swing!!!

Kudos to Gordon

I think it's high time to pay some respect to our cat Gordon, especially after what he did last night. But, first, let me start by telling you that Gordon came to live with me about 12 years ago when I was single and living alone. I've described him as being the world's best house cat. Aside from the occasional hairball, he has never caused any harm. He has never clawed up a single piece of furniture -- the only thing he ever scratches is his scratching post -- and he barely sheds. He has the most docile temperment, even after we brought home that "little human creature" almost five years ago and threw a real wrench into his existence. He has adjusted and even grown quite fond of the little rugrat.

Well, this morning was much the same as always. I woke up around 6ish and groggily walked down the hallway toward the kitchen for my morning cup of coffee. It was still pretty dark at that time but I could clearly see Gordon laying at the end of the hallway stretched out on the floor and what looked like a small hairball laying close by. I walked past him, not really looking down, and went straight to the kitchen and grabbed the roll of paper towel and headed back to clean up the mess. I turned on the dining room light, turned around and imagine my surprise to find not a hairball but a small, dead mouse!!! Eeeeeeeek!!!! I immediately hollered for Shane because, although I don't flinch at cleaning up a hairball, there was no way on God's green earth I was touching that thing! Christian freaked out a bit at first, but only because he thought it was still alive. Shane had it "cleaned up" quickly. I have to tell you that Gordon was very proud of himself. As Shane put it, "even after 12 years of domesticated bliss, he still has that feline killer instinct!" He protected his family. Way to go Gordon. I'd much rather have a dead mouse to clean up than a live one living in my house somewhere. Give that kitty some catnip!