tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86157542145962396462024-03-12T21:19:05.028-07:00Adventures of Jack and KateKristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-29761292020014054972010-12-15T11:04:00.000-08:002010-12-15T11:11:55.281-08:00pixieafter about 6 months of working up the nerve, i did it this morning....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKJUsxIZueeVTnzYE0tofw1zWW1aaPUWyOWoBsAMA4Op5DlrkEhSbS3yJ4W8NB0I8YOSA9txj08ywHjfvBLYfTzO-hHtMA3yDN6Gs9FkxC8txcRqkgC1VCHjEIszr6PhjJFSJ8R0D2Xk/s1600/pixie+crop.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550987300619611826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKJUsxIZueeVTnzYE0tofw1zWW1aaPUWyOWoBsAMA4Op5DlrkEhSbS3yJ4W8NB0I8YOSA9txj08ywHjfvBLYfTzO-hHtMA3yDN6Gs9FkxC8txcRqkgC1VCHjEIszr6PhjJFSJ8R0D2Xk/s320/pixie+crop.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br />pixie crop.<br /><br />found a new hairdresser and she had me at hello. it can't hurt that she lived in chicago for 4 years and did hair + styled models before coming back to seattle.<br /><br />i officially feel like the change has been made complete.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-43685368065884692902010-12-09T12:12:00.000-08:002010-12-09T12:17:51.270-08:00little teethScene: Target - girl's section looking at the Nick & Nora <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span> (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">shhh</span> he doesn't know he's in the girl's section)<br /><br />Me: Jack - will you wear these <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span> with the candy canes and sock monkeys?<br />Jack: Um, I don't know, they seem kind of silly to me.<br />Me: Well, what about these purple ones with owls on them?<br />Jack: Mom, owls are creepy. Did you what two animals I find creepy? Owls & dolphins Mom<br />Me: Why dolphins?<br />Jack: Mom, they creep me out cause they have those tiny little teeth. Little teeth creep me out.<br />Me: So is that a no on the owl <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span> - because we could have matching ones, they come in my size.<br />Jack: That's a no.<br /><br />I guess another Christmas is passing and my dream of dressing the family in matching flannel pajamas is slowly dying. Unless I want to give up and wear LEGO Star Wars printed ones.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-85974127879683183322010-10-14T10:14:00.001-07:002010-10-14T10:20:48.938-07:001 year down<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid89KmytJbTYzt6z3HivGP5rNUU5mgJRadfDnkKpO_PZulsKWEMMtGowvAq9WJaQnw-3C_O8fdxcuDpWeVHd3XRYbHBA_5x-tnmj2KBqKCDolLGErO6Hf1Xy9fYytNQMr3Sq-ZF4FcMfU/s1600/2020+1+year+post.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527951404009875138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid89KmytJbTYzt6z3HivGP5rNUU5mgJRadfDnkKpO_PZulsKWEMMtGowvAq9WJaQnw-3C_O8fdxcuDpWeVHd3XRYbHBA_5x-tnmj2KBqKCDolLGErO6Hf1Xy9fYytNQMr3Sq-ZF4FcMfU/s320/2020+1+year+post.jpg" /></a> Who can believe it has been a year? I started my program a little over a year ago, today is actually the 1 year anniversary of my first workout with my trainer. I tried to go back and count how many sessions we have had together, but I got up over 100 decided that was too hard to keep track of. I celebrated by getting up - OK dragging myself out of bed for my 7am circuit training class.<br /><br />Thanks to everyone of you lovelies that I have leaned on in the last year, I have counted on your love and supported and it was a big part of getting to where I am. <br /><div></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-67428796429188784302010-09-23T10:30:00.000-07:002010-09-23T10:43:35.406-07:00crossroadsi sit here at a crossroads. i realized last night that i have achieved what i set out to do with my weight loss. even the little tiny things in the back of my head that i thought would be nice, but didn't think i would get there.<br /><br />as of yesterday morning i am no longer in the obese category on the bmi index. i am happily and proudly overweight. in 16 months i have lost 115lbs (that i am aware of) and shaved 20.3 pts of my bmi. looking back i can't believe the way i allowed myself to live for all those years. i still haven't totally figured out how i got there outside of several years of eating too much and not exercising and not putting myself first. what can i say, i am a mom and a wife and sometimes it's difficult to put yourself ahead of your loved ones and take the time you need for yourself.<br /><br />here are the scary details:<br />starting weight: 282<br />current weight: 167<br />starting bmi: 49.9 (dudes that is almost half my previous body)<br />current bmi: 29.6<br /><br />here is what i hope to accomplish in the next 6 months:<br />shave 8 minutes off of my current 5k time, getting me under 30 minutes.<br />run kirkland 12k's of christmas<br />run half marathon in march for my birthday<br />take the photography class i have been putting off<br />teach myself to quiltKristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-41457854250028405132010-06-05T21:54:00.000-07:002010-06-05T22:15:47.387-07:00day tripwe finally managed to get out of the house and go explore somewhere. i had been wanting to take the boys up to snoqualmie falls to go hiking. when i heard the weather report for this weekend i knew this was our chance. however we were a little disappointed to find out the hike down to see the falls was closed for reconstruction until the spring of 2013 - they must be paving it in gold is all we can figure. after some looking around we checked out old downtown snoqualmie and were pleasantly surprised to find a <a href="http://www.trainmuseum.org//">railroad museum</a>. i guess jack is not yet too cool to climb around on all the old trains.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBhDwQY4cJDwG5x7ApPb05Nsr-FMvxgTJ6BlFk8f7azF2MB5vcWxPZr3YmC1QhrQp9d0aoKrjrPVRpaawG9ptx8nm0zElE5faPwsaKQLbSht25lLZfFm7VHvNZmHsKQ7lTZPNsHuGAMQ/s1600/day+trip+randy+jack2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBhDwQY4cJDwG5x7ApPb05Nsr-FMvxgTJ6BlFk8f7azF2MB5vcWxPZr3YmC1QhrQp9d0aoKrjrPVRpaawG9ptx8nm0zElE5faPwsaKQLbSht25lLZfFm7VHvNZmHsKQ7lTZPNsHuGAMQ/s320/day+trip+randy+jack2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479523792453859394" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGyw2e97bwwdE8DwfbuBU1vzs92lyPElBO2EHyvrQDkno7de1YQpWLsr0iiONVLIlE0_T2NV7BNXnlmQMKGSZdHpXBok3gQPq-7E9idDNAZxGXU4hVrBl1F1P58zOYQ1rqvm1KVPjCAgk/s1600/day+trip+jack.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGyw2e97bwwdE8DwfbuBU1vzs92lyPElBO2EHyvrQDkno7de1YQpWLsr0iiONVLIlE0_T2NV7BNXnlmQMKGSZdHpXBok3gQPq-7E9idDNAZxGXU4hVrBl1F1P58zOYQ1rqvm1KVPjCAgk/s320/day+trip+jack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479523786564018946" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GPVJmOmzPKnX4mW0mkbT6BTabkPkeIwnIiLFVXUKd15LlvrhkZxTY9oVF3GyjTEmxVSyiYj3X1G0qGHesy1T8o3lmG8rGegyk8w0XhJ5ESss2ln91D1LMLVoOCDLjI6uc3JbU_WN_L4/s1600/day+trip+me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GPVJmOmzPKnX4mW0mkbT6BTabkPkeIwnIiLFVXUKd15LlvrhkZxTY9oVF3GyjTEmxVSyiYj3X1G0qGHesy1T8o3lmG8rGegyk8w0XhJ5ESss2ln91D1LMLVoOCDLjI6uc3JbU_WN_L4/s320/day+trip+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479523774353742434" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39whRqxf5Gwl4978hr2ID0AQRP__vWqR9av4N3S7gLyjtQgNJZdqpqraGVXfL_sDobUdkY2IwuHS7QXiWgzlAMMw4tlI8boarkxHtCn3o-7xHTOrL3w-kWN8VPgVNBbjBp3FrgJYqfSo/s1600/day+trip+tidds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39whRqxf5Gwl4978hr2ID0AQRP__vWqR9av4N3S7gLyjtQgNJZdqpqraGVXfL_sDobUdkY2IwuHS7QXiWgzlAMMw4tlI8boarkxHtCn3o-7xHTOrL3w-kWN8VPgVNBbjBp3FrgJYqfSo/s320/day+trip+tidds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479523771747058706" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2wGB1kmlmJOSAIH4Mm13gkX_sQt9WHS5x3zfN1fXKl0uN8dlUA2w6UFcE8py0G6E5zl6RdXf03q5VtmnhLQovyPa16s3ouAsf-d88DK6DlyRcGAPyVSl3ECdtA0oYGySJcuwQnkob4yA/s1600/day+trip+jack+me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2wGB1kmlmJOSAIH4Mm13gkX_sQt9WHS5x3zfN1fXKl0uN8dlUA2w6UFcE8py0G6E5zl6RdXf03q5VtmnhLQovyPa16s3ouAsf-d88DK6DlyRcGAPyVSl3ECdtA0oYGySJcuwQnkob4yA/s320/day+trip+jack+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479523762377331682" /></a>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-1644378726440200482010-03-26T10:20:00.000-07:002010-03-26T10:31:40.825-07:00just averageand very happy to be there. i realized this morning while chatting with randy, i've reached the average american woman's size. i am officially in size 14 jeans as i'm typing this and part of me thinks i might have been able to pull off a 12, i mean who needs to breathe right? lets remember i grew up in the early 90's and if you didn't have to lay down on your bed to put on your still damp guess jeans, your jeans were too big. (my parents never let us wear anything that tight - but i had friends in jr high that sure did)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHnLdL0yMt-gQF1cSYYoxkAkRan2cKutsACtnSgoOs0Y1fynY22fzWydDzpgFWiUol1Z8TJ48HmbZaFtXTm9Wmls7kVH0qmkL1YDV73S2KK3A3Stj_enmbjtOG8TvdLLpLKRzMLwlNsc/s1600/DSCN2750.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHnLdL0yMt-gQF1cSYYoxkAkRan2cKutsACtnSgoOs0Y1fynY22fzWydDzpgFWiUol1Z8TJ48HmbZaFtXTm9Wmls7kVH0qmkL1YDV73S2KK3A3Stj_enmbjtOG8TvdLLpLKRzMLwlNsc/s320/DSCN2750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452995248694581090" /></a><br />a year ago<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSS6Iiqeix1COi2dvTk_BAw2GKx790XEzMC5UboLD18if36dujs8aRdzHwomzQCKIPD6EVhJ4IPPyU7raPYDdPP1t4c0P-KSyut21jmyuBrevsqyleJp3FujgvxTeP7w2qantLd1Goc0E/s1600/ready+to+run1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSS6Iiqeix1COi2dvTk_BAw2GKx790XEzMC5UboLD18if36dujs8aRdzHwomzQCKIPD6EVhJ4IPPyU7raPYDdPP1t4c0P-KSyut21jmyuBrevsqyleJp3FujgvxTeP7w2qantLd1Goc0E/s320/ready+to+run1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452995257300500626" /></a><br />and this wednesday on my way out the door - literally running to the gym<br /><br />in hindsight i am kind of regretting my "just the face" policy on picture taking these last few years. it was really hard finding a picture of me in the last year that actually illustrated how far i have come.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-73336412945187101652010-03-05T06:20:00.000-08:002010-03-05T08:57:37.762-08:00birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1g3QP4xOrwR-bSVRV7e4H9W9jdmq-XHeIHP3QQCKWZaX_fddBh4nvRcWldlXoJnxzlWJkTUS8lxjxSoOrH-mfKtyVli8_Xsn9EnY4D2VG6pkIvfwAPLjGCxJCQm6ZuTc7sGi9vp6rtF0/s1600-h/me_sarah_plane.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1g3QP4xOrwR-bSVRV7e4H9W9jdmq-XHeIHP3QQCKWZaX_fddBh4nvRcWldlXoJnxzlWJkTUS8lxjxSoOrH-mfKtyVli8_Xsn9EnY4D2VG6pkIvfwAPLjGCxJCQm6ZuTc7sGi9vp6rtF0/s320/me_sarah_plane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445194301685780066" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN2qOYhYf3Knn227MMgUR4YG4t3Puj4SGYdWW62stpyqpU8fpngtHu9wiNwwuxnPxF-6EQnjc_LLL8ePDD2IMow27tQTVWTKvcjiOZjfpROf3xXKbFPtx2zkTqKzIHY5dv1euFNKUpuvM/s1600-h/me_sarah_backyard.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN2qOYhYf3Knn227MMgUR4YG4t3Puj4SGYdWW62stpyqpU8fpngtHu9wiNwwuxnPxF-6EQnjc_LLL8ePDD2IMow27tQTVWTKvcjiOZjfpROf3xXKbFPtx2zkTqKzIHY5dv1euFNKUpuvM/s320/me_sarah_backyard.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445194296786268002" /></a><br />happy birthday sarah, i'm so glad we share this day.<br /><br />i'm starting out my birthday weekend today with a day to myself. it's still pretty early here but we had to get up early to get the boys packed for their skiing trip today. we surprised jack with being able to go with randy and when i told him yesterday that we had to pick up some new ski pants for him he so totally screamed on the inside - even though he was playing it cool on the outside. since i am up so early i am gonna straighten up the house then get in my workout and see where the day takes me. hopefully it will include a mani/pedi + a movie but we will see what comes my way.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-7984162705030375742010-03-03T11:47:00.000-08:002010-03-03T11:59:48.252-08:00dissapointments and discoverieslast week was the first week during this program where i didn't loose weight, i'm talking nada, not even an ounce. i weigh the exact same as i did the previous week. this was a shock to the system, i was pretty disappointed, i had built it up in my head that this, the week of my birthday, would be the week that i got there. the week i met my goal and that i would finally after all these years be under 200lbs. nope not this week. i was devastated, i had put in the work - extra work even and nope still didn't make it. <br /><br />this is what i discovered though, i came home, i cried - i mean sobbing crying. then there was this little voice on the inside of my head that kept telling me that i could do this, i am doing this and this is the time to re-focus and push harder. previously if something this devastating would have happened i would have given up, i would have wanted to quit, i would have eaten whatever i wanted to and maybe i would have even convinced myself that this is all the weight my body wants to loose. but not this time. i decided that the weight non-loss was not going to get me down. i ate just like it was any other normal day <em><em></em>* i did not feed the feelings!!</em> i got my steps in for the day and sure i was a little sad but i learned that i am stronger then i have ever been and realized that someday in the not so distant future i am going to get to where i want to be. for now i will take being able to do 15 push ups as an accomplishment for the week - even if they are girly style on my knees.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-17041371995297897222010-03-02T11:30:00.001-08:002010-03-02T11:36:53.424-08:00ask jacksnippet from our walk to the bus stop this morning:<br /><br />jack: hey mom, you should go to college<br />me: oh yeah, what do you think i should do<br />jack: well, what are your interests<br />me: i really liked my last job, you know when i worked on phone systems with carlyn<br />jack: get a degree in that then<br />me: well it's not that easy buddy, there isn't really a degree for that<br />jack: what does dad do again<br />me: he writes software for computers<br />jack: oh, maybe science<br />me: i didn't really like science in school<br />jack: not animal science, some other kind of science then. i don't know mom, but you should go to college.<br /><br />after telling this to randy i found out this conversation of theirs from saturday afternoon<br /><br />jack: dad, it seems like your work has been hard lately for you<br />randy: yeah buddy, it's been hard<br />jack: do you feel like you are getting enough sleep<br />randy: no, i've been working really long hours<br />jack: well, what time have you been going to bed<br />randy explained the hours he had been keeping and jack's mouth hung agape for a minute<br />jack: dad, you are older then me so you should stay up later, but you should try to go to bed at 9, i think that would work better for you<br /><br />sometimes i wonder if life would be easier for us if we would just consult jack on all decisions, he's generally the most level headed of the three of us.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-47167290629735604002010-01-12T09:39:00.000-08:002010-01-12T09:49:01.334-08:00reseti had my weekly meeting with my dietitian this morning. there is something refreshing knowing that i am going to meet with her every tuesday at 8:30 and see my progress for the week. this week was another 3lb loss (yay me!!) a few more weekly sessions and i should be very close to my mid-way goal. i look back on these last few months and i can't believe:<br /><br />1. that i am actually doing this and<br />2. that it is actually working<br /><br />since starting i have stuck with what my trainer and dietitian have asked me to do and you know what, the weight is coming off. i always thought i was one of those people that was going to be overweight the rest of her life. but i now see that this is not going to be something that drags me down the rest of my life. <br /><br />today my dietitian extended an offer from the dr who directs the program; he wants to extend my program by an additional 2 weeks because, well basically because they like me best. :) ha, no it is because i have followed the program and have had success. however to get the 2 weeks i have to follow the meal plan from week 2 - which is basically lean protein, veggies and their protein shakes. no biggie right? i am so willing to try, it will be a fun experiment don't you think? so goodbye fruit, goodbye greek yogurt, goodbye grilled artichoke dip and goodbye hummus. see you in a week from now.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-40646540054140130222010-01-10T22:20:00.000-08:002010-01-10T22:34:45.039-08:00i'm cool againi no longer have a cuddly little boy, i am suddenly very unsure of what to do with my own son on most days. i will be the first to admit it, we are too much alike. i feel the inevitable is starting and he is starting to forge his Independence from us and while i know this has to happen, i miss my little guy. the little guy who was so excited about new things, the little guy who thought i was the coolest. this week, i managed to get back into the cool place, even if it is for just a few weeks.<br /><br />wednesday is jack's early release day from school and it actually was kind of warm and NOT RAINING. i decided that i would walk him home from school and throw his new basketball in the car and we would go shoot some hoops together. after the initial resistance period that now sets in, he realized that this could end up being fun and certainly better then cleaning his room. we played for about half an hour, i got a few shots in and re-cemented my former cool status. i discovered something while we were playing together - this is how i have to communicate with my son now. i can't cuddle with him on the couch, i can't try to coddle him... i have to let him be 7 going on 10 and i have to remember how to be a kid again and let go of some of the mom hangups.<br /><br />this weekend i tested the theory out again. both days were gorgeous, no rain, almost 50 and mother and son - got along well for the first time in months. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFY3jYYmkizh-d9plCY9poYVGYgfcCm1LUs___yVNDWkLznj7z-nzeGKxCKX6d-i_oUoj7jg5P_7s68pQzN5Rm1yGQc7bH0ZXssPhw4JqViNOLIHscOGzgKK2PxpNLNoP056wQK1tk_Q/s1600-h/me+%2B+jack2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFY3jYYmkizh-d9plCY9poYVGYgfcCm1LUs___yVNDWkLznj7z-nzeGKxCKX6d-i_oUoj7jg5P_7s68pQzN5Rm1yGQc7bH0ZXssPhw4JqViNOLIHscOGzgKK2PxpNLNoP056wQK1tk_Q/s320/me+%2B+jack2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425366419584954882" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg726-i81BwfHRf0R67rOFZXJa1U1B-zBMFIXMl56ObnDkrI5nbKABBl1AEC4N6y_6hGZb4fe01KkI3zgGC91ssJemrutWQ9OMy5wRbMvPsvg2T9-OihOGlopLLnsN0itKHEqP1PyeUdc8/s1600-h/shootin+some+bball10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg726-i81BwfHRf0R67rOFZXJa1U1B-zBMFIXMl56ObnDkrI5nbKABBl1AEC4N6y_6hGZb4fe01KkI3zgGC91ssJemrutWQ9OMy5wRbMvPsvg2T9-OihOGlopLLnsN0itKHEqP1PyeUdc8/s320/shootin+some+bball10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425366415925059458" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTXcndG9K-bWSwsCqn2WNLbRNLOUk9-H9B25NC_vgo21osVc2jk-PemTi0_jag65zlD859ngmKzlPjjQNpTBtLkGh-90CPTsfuTL-huAN5ztRnUbR7RUesTKMXyVDwLPun42nr6R3E8c/s1600-h/shootin+some+bball1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTXcndG9K-bWSwsCqn2WNLbRNLOUk9-H9B25NC_vgo21osVc2jk-PemTi0_jag65zlD859ngmKzlPjjQNpTBtLkGh-90CPTsfuTL-huAN5ztRnUbR7RUesTKMXyVDwLPun42nr6R3E8c/s320/shootin+some+bball1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425366407509559890" /></a>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-74442551456085521442010-01-01T20:02:00.001-08:002010-01-01T20:08:46.004-08:00goodbye 2009 hello 2010a little year in review:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXDJ_Ks1vC5DJ0MKucC5pHYUCPNWKV2kS2pIHcl0q9xdtm6S3rs-GzEPfJx9wtuOIHCC81nsrajFZG7x2X8UfZY6_J-vVHKPBhDIfx-JFuQzygcadU5iZHqMyV2ShaaWMrGKn2G3A_6s/s1600-h/2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXDJ_Ks1vC5DJ0MKucC5pHYUCPNWKV2kS2pIHcl0q9xdtm6S3rs-GzEPfJx9wtuOIHCC81nsrajFZG7x2X8UfZY6_J-vVHKPBhDIfx-JFuQzygcadU5iZHqMyV2ShaaWMrGKn2G3A_6s/s320/2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421988337596391330" /></a><br /><br />i think we all accomplished a lot this year. my sister surprised me with a visit in feb for our birthdays (best surprise ever) jack grew leaps and bounds, in looking back at some of his pictures from last winter, i can't believe he is the same kid. i don't think i could have got a better kid, seriously. i took some time for me, learned a lot, remembered how strong i am and did something i had been wanting to do for years. so i am starting 2010 61 lbs lighter and 31 inches slimmer which just so happens to be what jack weighs right now. i am excited for the coming year, i can't wait to see what will happen and i hope all of your lives will be filled with blessings and joy.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-73219918557315601592009-10-23T13:17:00.001-07:002009-10-23T13:21:27.533-07:00first weeki made it through week one and survived my trainer and the new eating regime. now i am even starting to feel pretty confident in my workouts, still just taking each day as it comes and dealing with whatever i need to deal with. long story short, pretty proud of my first week, i lost 5.6lbs. ever imagined what that 5.6 lbs might look like?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NYNo1fDDXU7x2ca4e9DU76G-yp4KU70lCVqSwuLZDcfu0cm_wOKeUqBPmJYr-JELLyAHdG6DOFwuVKHiWf5fP3bCHPNU1evQKTwTDFBsSIxOmiCDGdEgRtrZgAcEYWur_WMFUbKhY3c/s1600-h/lbs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NYNo1fDDXU7x2ca4e9DU76G-yp4KU70lCVqSwuLZDcfu0cm_wOKeUqBPmJYr-JELLyAHdG6DOFwuVKHiWf5fP3bCHPNU1evQKTwTDFBsSIxOmiCDGdEgRtrZgAcEYWur_WMFUbKhY3c/s320/lbs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395892983202503650" /></a>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-81713415911516989112009-10-15T20:23:00.000-07:002009-10-15T20:31:47.902-07:00crashtoday i hit sugar rock bottom. after 2 days on the protein shake meal replacement plan i have to do for a week i hit the wall and experienced the same emotional roller coaster that b spears must have rode when she shaved her head. for a second i considered it. thankfully my awesome husband walked in the door at that moment and whisked me out of the house to, "get me away from anything sharp or with shearing abilities." on the plus side of things found a super cute new dress at macys and it was like 3 sizes smaller then what i had to try on earlier in the spring. there is a concerning stain on the front, but i am pretty certain i can get that out.<br /><br />this weekend, a quick trip to vancouver to help find a homecoming dress for a dear friends' daughter.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-71899098750552770962009-10-01T15:27:00.000-07:002009-10-01T15:33:11.349-07:00mama bearWhy is it that your first instinct as a parent is to eat the face off of someone that harms your child? Gah! I never thought I could feel as protective of someone in my life. And well lets face it, I am a pretty protective friend and sister. This must be how bears in the wild feel.<br /><br />For some reason Jack got skipped by the sub when she was handing out her bribery at the end of the day. He ended up getting teased by the other kids because he didn't receive said bribery and is now completely broken hearted. Because he has a lot more of me in him then Randy (Randy never skips a meal or is every shy about making sure he gets treats) Jack didn't say anything. I am certain she just didn't know she missed him but tomorrow he has her again and I am forcing myself to not be the lady coming to school and forcing an altercation with said teacher.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-3104463970237819402009-09-29T10:39:00.000-07:002009-09-29T10:43:41.505-07:00midnight jack adviceRandy shared this little story from last night with Jack this morning. I guess it all happened while I was asleep on the couch.<br /><br />11:30 Jack walks down the stairs<br />Jack: (whispering) Hey Dad are you down there?<br />Randy: Yeah buddy, what's going on?<br />Jack: Um Dad would please get me a glass of water?<br />Randy: Sure buddy<br />Jack: Dad, what time is it?<br />Randy: It's late, it's 11:30<br />Jack: Dad, maybe you should think about getting to bed.<br />Randy: Thanks buddy, I'll go soon. Can I help you to bed?<br />Jack: Sure Dad, thanks for the water.<br /><br />I really wish I would have overhead that sweet little conversation. Randy howev did not go to bed until 2:40 when I woke up on the couch and wondered what time it is. Silly software developing husbands.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-38847042367381681372009-09-29T10:20:00.000-07:002009-09-29T10:39:18.917-07:00new directionI've focused most of this blog on Jack, as that has been the direction my life has taken me over the last years. It's honestly been easier putting my son and husband first, so I wouldn't have to work on myself. There were a lot of well intended excuses but no more excuses, I have started making changes. I'm not sure when it happened but through the summer I found myself pushing to do things I never would have done before, there would have been an excuse in it's place. I've been much happier, much more at ease with myself. I think I needed the time to redefine myself - once again and to figure a few things out. I took a large leap this week and put myself out there. <br /><br />I decided to work on the weight thing, it has really bothered me for years. I would have small successes and then gain everything back and then some, but this time I am doing it right. I have joined a weight management program offered through our health insurance and gym. The program is medically supervised and has had great success, needless to say I am excited that I have made the steps to start. Now that the appointments are all scheduled I just need to show up and do the work. And we all know that I am never late and hate cancelling appointments. <br /><br />This weekend I started something new, I started a food journal to track what I eat throughout the day. So far so good, who wants to really write down that Friday they had a bad day and ate 20 chocolate almond clusters without even knowing it? I've noticed now that I am on day four and I have stuck to my meal plans that I really am not craving stuff at night any longer.<br /><br />I will still post little anecdotes about Jack and our days with him, but to keep myself on track I will also be sharing about my progress and inevitable roadblocks and how I get around them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsLEv4Ypf1sdD7BfJlzx8sFcI3spehgtf-nUHB4jrMOYrvp-EMpIRwZ6jK45beoZUPaVLHNVdiIaWRYrE8VhjjrdeD3ml3Bz7nfj29uq8AhMCxohN4KvABBAyGPxd3G3Ikj0nn80V2-6Y/s1600-h/mini+breakfast+frittata.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsLEv4Ypf1sdD7BfJlzx8sFcI3spehgtf-nUHB4jrMOYrvp-EMpIRwZ6jK45beoZUPaVLHNVdiIaWRYrE8VhjjrdeD3ml3Bz7nfj29uq8AhMCxohN4KvABBAyGPxd3G3Ikj0nn80V2-6Y/s320/mini+breakfast+frittata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386943462958236130" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwQmBNqlBAx3XrPHK2F-NyfZ3sL_3RZ-ZALc1NjQpRdXGxlJkUMdle4WVp5b128vIJ4uMiDaODoC1L8B2fQYXbttNV6D5FVQLnVRXTxPrx8hvB4P5B9DHwtUyIAkEo8H0oFjPdwcwJR4/s1600-h/DSCN3195.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwQmBNqlBAx3XrPHK2F-NyfZ3sL_3RZ-ZALc1NjQpRdXGxlJkUMdle4WVp5b128vIJ4uMiDaODoC1L8B2fQYXbttNV6D5FVQLnVRXTxPrx8hvB4P5B9DHwtUyIAkEo8H0oFjPdwcwJR4/s320/DSCN3195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386943468507648802" /></a><br /><br />Two of our meals from this weekend. Mini breakfast frittatas with 1/2 a whole wheat english muffin, 1/4 of a peach with greek yogurt and a drizzle of honey. Sunday night we had these cold sesame noodles with sugar snap peas.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-69879400995227277002009-09-28T07:33:00.000-07:002009-09-28T07:42:05.514-07:00Soccer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwErVna7F68Nu0KOV_v6WAi2OKMI7zs0uTf6hObJYU9gPsDQ5dNi03Xb5-zrzKO1gTuyKYgNyujG0PmKbZp7MNwnptrq8YEPk9WlCYHGEQz2zqLu89wmtnoSelqCkIHmQtirnouyJFUT8/s1600-h/soccer+collage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwErVna7F68Nu0KOV_v6WAi2OKMI7zs0uTf6hObJYU9gPsDQ5dNi03Xb5-zrzKO1gTuyKYgNyujG0PmKbZp7MNwnptrq8YEPk9WlCYHGEQz2zqLu89wmtnoSelqCkIHmQtirnouyJFUT8/s320/soccer+collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386527525216128210" /></a><br />Jack starts soccer tomorrow. This weekend we had to pick up all the stuff he needed to play; shin guards, soccer socks, soccer cleats & well athletic clothes (see <a href="http://k8ek8.blogspot.com/2009/05/always-never.html/">this</a> post). I really thought we were past all of the super cute parts of raising a little boy until I saw him running around the park in his shin guards and cleats practicing with Randy.<br /><br />He is so excited for Randy to come to a game. We were walking out to the car yesterday and we had this little conversation:<br />Jack: Mom, when is my first game?<br />Me: Well, you have a practice this Tuesday then you have a game every Tuesday after that.<br />Jack: (Turns around pulling his arms towards him making a yes! sound) Sweet Mom, Dad HAS to come to that one, it's my first game, he's gonna come right?<br />Me: I'm pretty sure he's planning on it.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-58856358935051643012009-09-22T17:16:00.000-07:002009-09-24T09:00:32.959-07:00Lunch Account DebableWhen your 6 year old offers to pay for the mistake he made with his lunch account, is that when you know you are doing a good job or maybe sometimes take things a little far? It went down like this:<br /><br />2 days ago:<br />Note comes home in the folder from school saying Jack's lunch account balance is running low. I also received an email from the online payment system informing me of the low balance. I think to myself, that's odd, he started out the school year with enough money for a month of lunches and he has been taking home lunch 2 times a week.<br /><br />Yesterday, at the bus stop:<br />Eash: I think there must be a mistake with Aravind's lunch account, I got the notice home from school saying his account was low and I checked and he has been being charged for breakfast.<br />Me: Really, that's weird I got the notice too and I know I sent enough money for a month of lunches and Jack has been taking home lunch a few times a week.<br />Eash: Well Aravind did say he had breakfast a few times with Jack at school in the morning.<br />Me: Oh Really... (light bulbs and flashes going off in my head - OMG my son is the breakfast buying ring leader)<br /><br />At this point we reach the part of the walk home where we separate & Jack went with Aravind to play at his house. I get home and log into the online payment system and OMG there are charges for 12 breakfasts on his account. Instantly I think there must be a mistake and almost pick up the phone to call the school, instead I hastily draft an email to his teacher to ask if she keeps records of who is taking lunch on what days and if she has a way of knowing if he really ate breakfast. Then I take a breath, re-read the email and discard it. That would have been one <br />crazy-mom-in-a-tail-spin sounding email if I would have sent it. Decide the best course of action is to ask Jack about it when I pick him up.<br /><br />An hour later, walking through the park on the way home:<br />Me: Jack I have something to talk to you about and I want you to be honest with me.<br />Jack: (very sullen sounding) OK<br />Me: Jack, do you have something to tell me about your lunch account? And keep in mind I can log in and look at what you are buying.<br />Jack: I have been getting breakfast at school.<br />Me: (OMG! he was just honest with me - OMG!) Jack, you do know how your father and I feel about that right?<br />Jack: (even more sullen if possible - well this is Seattle, but it was a very sunny day) Big sigh, Yes.<br />Me: Why are you getting breakfast at school?<br />Jack: Because they have bagels with ham and melty cheese and they are really good Mom.<br />Me: Is this why you haven't been finishing your breakfast at home before the bus?<br />Jack: Yeah, and I'm just not hungry that early, but I get hungry when I get to school.<br />Me: What do you think we should do about this?<br />Jack: I think I should pay you back for the breakfasts.<br />Me: (Not sure what to say & a little confused as this whole conversation took place without any screaming or eye rolling & OMG! he just offered to pay for his lunch, my heart swells with joy and I just want to hug him, but keep up the bad cop act) Well for now you are just going to have to tell your dad about it when he gets home tonight.<br />Jack: (barely an audible whisper, head hanging down) OK<br /><br />I guess I am a little concerned that he kept this from us for 12 days (OMG 12 days!) and was smart enough to just omit that from his daily conversations with us, I ask him what he eats for lunch everyday. Also he knew that we didn't want him eating breakfast at school and was doing it everyday for 12 days (OMG! 12 days!). Ahh! I know it's just breakfast, but it could also *just* be something else. The issue is that we have a very smart 6 year old on our hands that may possibly have learned something he shouldn't have learned for awhile. On the other hand, here is a 6 year old little boy that when confronted thought he should pay for the mistake with his own money. Are we too hard on him? I don't know, I do know it is a fine line between being just right and being too hard.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-36339035268747094582009-09-13T19:17:00.000-07:002009-09-13T20:01:05.206-07:00man dude dateYes I know it has been forever since my last post. I feel like summer completely blew by us, but it was a blast. Jack and I had lots of fun visiting our family and exploring ND together. Jack is getting settled into the new school year and is loving his new teacher.<br /><br />Yesterday Jack and Randy had a mini man dude date day. I spent the afternoon and evening hanging out in Seattle with some old friends from high school. Randy really seized the opportunity to get some good time in with Jack and even planned a little surprise in the middle of all of their events for the day. Lunch at Wendy's, swimming at the apartment complex pool (Randy got a leg cramp in the deep end - Jack nearly smoked him in a race), cooking dinner - just for men stir fry, games at chuckee cheese (that was the surprise), a trip to DQ and an impromptu stop at the park to watch a soccer match. I asked Jack if they missed me yesterday and he said, "Mom, we were too busy to even think about you."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcoVPt-eHO-7AT8nsivjKp3yRMmPrexs0SMXXFagCqDEXWNYzDTCuoy45_CN-p0qusv7HjrWDNfhZZ6q9bP4UNKm_WQ-klouTdXk6YaSAJu4nwWC2YJxzY1ZY_Blpp1ycM7BluniuqAE/s1600-h/DSCF0062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcoVPt-eHO-7AT8nsivjKp3yRMmPrexs0SMXXFagCqDEXWNYzDTCuoy45_CN-p0qusv7HjrWDNfhZZ6q9bP4UNKm_WQ-klouTdXk6YaSAJu4nwWC2YJxzY1ZY_Blpp1ycM7BluniuqAE/s320/DSCF0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381152183563886866" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQanBmNeL6L0LvIauHXx_nadOx5Vnh_DRZETARMmR_Mj4W3vvdpB2qHtdJMoUuGAGon1GAHmmNr5YUjpifVwPBZTU8uh4ZA_lSLCL_FazwDiqcrrwHHZGPabWEWgpjgqzu_YgjjgEOIc/s1600-h/DSCF0019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQanBmNeL6L0LvIauHXx_nadOx5Vnh_DRZETARMmR_Mj4W3vvdpB2qHtdJMoUuGAGon1GAHmmNr5YUjpifVwPBZTU8uh4ZA_lSLCL_FazwDiqcrrwHHZGPabWEWgpjgqzu_YgjjgEOIc/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381152174010670882" /></a>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-51423535767322354852009-07-09T08:50:00.000-07:002009-07-09T11:25:23.662-07:00it's happeningAll too soon our little guy has gone from a fun little kid who needed us to this independent miniature man person. I don't know if other mothers of 6 year olds have experienced this before (sometimes I feel like the only one), but man, I have been doing a lot of smiling lately because the things that come out of his mouth just surprise the bejesus out of me.<br /><br />Here is a snippet of a conversation with Randy yesterday:<br />Scene: Swimming lessons, Randy and I were engaged in a light conversation with another mother. Her son is in Jack's class and we were talking about the normal what school do you go to, what do you do business when she mentioned she was sending her son into the locker room to change on his own for the first time. As she seemed pretty worried, I told her Jack has been doing it all summer and has been fine. Granted the first time I was a little worried - but all has been well. Other mom seemed a little more relaxed about the fact that Jack would be in there too, but she was still pretty worried.<br /><br />Randy (on the sly): Hey Jack will you help Ethan out in there and keep an eye on him, it's his first time, he needs to know where to go to change.<br />Jack: Sure Dad<br /><br />5 minutes later Jack exits the bathroom sans Ethan and other mom looks SUPER worried.<br /><br />Randy: Hey Jack where's Ethan?<br />Jack: Uhh, in there changing, I guess<br />Randy: You weren't with him<br />Jack: No Dad (accompanied with a huge look that conveyed um what the hell Dad - duh dudes don't talk in the locker room and it's every man for himself in there)<br />Other mom is practically doing paces thinking it is about time to call 911<br />Me: Hey Jack can you go in and tell Ethan his Mom is waiting for him?<br />Jack: I suppose (one eyebrow raised, still thinking what the hell is going on)<br />Other Mom: Hey little buddy I would really appreciate it (in her I'm talking to a little kid now voice)<br />Jack: OK<br /><br />...this is nearly an everyday occurrence now. Jack is definitely growing up. I can't say that sometimes I wish he needed me for a few more things, but honestly him being so independent is probably a good thing.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-48978516634324385832009-06-29T10:12:00.000-07:002009-06-29T10:32:44.493-07:001st anniversaryWell we made it. Tomorrow is our year anniversary. I can't believe this year has gone by so fast. Now that summer has come, I am remembering a few things that first touched my heart here. The farmer's markets, the parks, all the green. The ease of the "hot" weather here. If it is hot, you are still guaranteed to be able to open the windows and cool off the house by 7pm. Seattle, sometimes we fight and disagree and I know I have said and thought some mean things. But for now, this is where my family is and we have made a lovely little life here.<br /><br />This weekend was our last weekend as a little family before the crazy of the summer kicks in. Next weekend we head to Portland for the 4th to see Randy's family (&hopefully a few old friends). My parents come the following weekend for a few weeks and then we will have a few weekends to ourselves before Jack and I head to ND for about 3 weeks. We spent the weekend looking for a new apartment and discovered the grass isn't always greener somewhere else. Did a little swimming in the complex pool. I got my first odd sunburn of the season and Randy discovered cell phones don't do well in the water, doh! Jack showed off everything he is learning at swimming lessons and we were quite impressed. Every time we have a weekend like this weekend I think to myself, 40,000 (student loans *ahh*) is a small price to pay for this kind of joy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-tsekorNRjKo8XCrEf3PTcWq_etu41AC4GHzsMZ-3p40jxRtPx5AdGQUdAu-LwYrWadciKkvqp2_k9dVTDIt0JkvlOQetq6FHZFJBxYh9sy2EoNs_lxcpQk9MlukVP3IyV7iQUeCALs/s1600-h/j+%2B+frisbee1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-tsekorNRjKo8XCrEf3PTcWq_etu41AC4GHzsMZ-3p40jxRtPx5AdGQUdAu-LwYrWadciKkvqp2_k9dVTDIt0JkvlOQetq6FHZFJBxYh9sy2EoNs_lxcpQk9MlukVP3IyV7iQUeCALs/s320/j+%2B+frisbee1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352803079640715778" /></a><br />Jack playing a little game of frisbee in the park last weekend. Randy wouldn't let me spend $80 on RayBan Wayfarer Jr's for him - so the $2 gap kids ones will have to do.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6X1SmtsTSAtKXVSzWBDudUjDsns6E6wVEPaVZEOmkvr9-dUvqswjxX52hBOD4izD2xP15W60MldtwK14UEJGvFa6Y5MpsXNcJP8lBzEoiq0Qb2TTcH3oRD2OID83KKsHZncfinPrKAE/s1600-h/peach+mango+turnovers3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6X1SmtsTSAtKXVSzWBDudUjDsns6E6wVEPaVZEOmkvr9-dUvqswjxX52hBOD4izD2xP15W60MldtwK14UEJGvFa6Y5MpsXNcJP8lBzEoiq0Qb2TTcH3oRD2OID83KKsHZncfinPrKAE/s320/peach+mango+turnovers3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352803086771869122" /></a><br />I made some little peach mango turnovers to have for desert last night.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczTbp1X0DshGMIMz3_jLMe1-8a99-R99rjadvh4kqZvppvq21LAeHDxG-nkB_7Wll7OQshgvh68IKdktA4gnG6BzT-jHAKH5Km8ebXfYmG4WdR4bwBcyEYKecQtwXHQAZOEw-S6dr9Do/s1600-h/peach+mango+turnovers4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczTbp1X0DshGMIMz3_jLMe1-8a99-R99rjadvh4kqZvppvq21LAeHDxG-nkB_7Wll7OQshgvh68IKdktA4gnG6BzT-jHAKH5Km8ebXfYmG4WdR4bwBcyEYKecQtwXHQAZOEw-S6dr9Do/s320/peach+mango+turnovers4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352803095058795122" /></a><br />Jack went a little crazy for them :)Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-69868344824211784172009-06-05T17:34:00.000-07:002009-06-05T17:40:31.762-07:00Fish Taco FaceThis is what happens when you try to feed your 6 yr old fish tacos.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHp3iuoDIAblcBw3H8jj9UNTQGtK5pj6SbYyGhiyUL7z1EFuM9GZv4UF9ZnO8bpWY7HBqPofUjMBgpsNN5QcOBRA6PKUxLxqSxlViak8beu3ISNdiYl4-MKTYAhIlnMySx1kjyNz-KOA/s1600-h/fish+tacos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHp3iuoDIAblcBw3H8jj9UNTQGtK5pj6SbYyGhiyUL7z1EFuM9GZv4UF9ZnO8bpWY7HBqPofUjMBgpsNN5QcOBRA6PKUxLxqSxlViak8beu3ISNdiYl4-MKTYAhIlnMySx1kjyNz-KOA/s320/fish+tacos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344007910104461538" /></a><br /><br />For the first 2 years of his life Jack only ate ham or turkey deli meat - anything else he just wouldn't eat. I tried in vain to get him to eat hamburger, chicken, turkey anything. Then one day it dawned on me, pink is his favorite color, salmon is pink, tell him it is pink meat. Needless to say I spent most of the night at dinner sitting there with my mouth open staring at him putting piece after piece of salmon in his mouth and loving it. "Mama, can I hab sob more pink meat peas?"Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-8476072722089212522009-05-21T08:04:00.000-07:002009-05-25T13:36:32.450-07:00always and nevers: update<a href="http://cursivedesign.blogspot.com/">Sarah</a> is making me do a list of always-es and nevers for me, she loved Jack's but wants mine, so because I always listen to my sister, here are mine:<br /><br />Always:<br />1. <a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/product/spp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CAT158&PRODUCT_ID=251">MAC studio fix</a> - I swear by it, it covers you skin great, has an amaizing range of shades to cover the range of skin tones out there. And hey - if it is good enough to cover a drag queen's 5 o'clock shadow, it's gotta be good enough to cover my little imperfections. Anytime I have ever swayed or strayed I have ended up regretting it.<br /><br />2. Big bag - as a mom and a wife I am always carrying around other people's stuff. I need a bag that is cute and can also survive whatever they want me to carry in it. I am pretty picky about them too. I used to have a thing for designer bags - and believe me I still covet them - but for now I just need something that is gonna stand the test of time, make it through a few seasons and get me hordes of complements. These are the 2 I will be rocking through the summer along with the cute beach bag I got for the pool this summer:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwz1prV7aHJn3QGDMHSH56DfXS4z4Tn_9JlA8dbJ6o8TxuVYUiAzIw-9xkRdmhjbFAHkSQxCja2bL7V8kpdr-vFhLK-ITbvwI9MZl1z7uDtEGBisxhvGm5CQwRcDgAp_d5UBnOLyvYtx0/s1600-h/bags.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwz1prV7aHJn3QGDMHSH56DfXS4z4Tn_9JlA8dbJ6o8TxuVYUiAzIw-9xkRdmhjbFAHkSQxCja2bL7V8kpdr-vFhLK-ITbvwI9MZl1z7uDtEGBisxhvGm5CQwRcDgAp_d5UBnOLyvYtx0/s320/bags.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339861324339804450" /></a><br /><br />and I have been searching for a good grey bag, i just think it will go with so much and work with browns and blacks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Encr2V3DC8qNtRgIE7P-RapOkQKlbsSqybKSOexyQE6JoVSSC8zAszaJrgYDdgtwD8E10VOwQ8uk9TBwONLZ_hedCT6nAa0cEFZf_szsGR-tXz3AHTpiFOqhyphenhyphenEbxcoKRnJlrbhp_tTA/s1600-h/big+bag.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Encr2V3DC8qNtRgIE7P-RapOkQKlbsSqybKSOexyQE6JoVSSC8zAszaJrgYDdgtwD8E10VOwQ8uk9TBwONLZ_hedCT6nAa0cEFZf_szsGR-tXz3AHTpiFOqhyphenhyphenEbxcoKRnJlrbhp_tTA/s320/big+bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338308728986584466" /></a><br /><br />3. Shoes - I wish I could narrow it down to one favorite - but all of my shoes are my favorites. I am sure parents of more then one child can relate - you can't possibly love one more then the other - well each pair is special to me and I picked them for very specific reasons. Yes, on more then one occasion I have been referred to as Imelda... Here are the ones I wear the most right now:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ23V9gBJ-wHJaOSTssAEqHH3ifwGasxabXKPJyIPKZc6QZU-IDgbhSPFvRJL8CDeOae4HYmjqUmOFWTMmkpvukSjxaj4JRNrE2gVR15sn0e9mbxzOFEUd3Dlp98vET4Te_jF2bc_LtIs/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ23V9gBJ-wHJaOSTssAEqHH3ifwGasxabXKPJyIPKZc6QZU-IDgbhSPFvRJL8CDeOae4HYmjqUmOFWTMmkpvukSjxaj4JRNrE2gVR15sn0e9mbxzOFEUd3Dlp98vET4Te_jF2bc_LtIs/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339861330113023538" /></a><br /><br />4. Navy & White stripes - I am sure my hubs is getting tired of seeing me in different variations of this. But I don't care, I love it, it makes me feel French, with my little striped shirt and ballet flats... or sandals... or red stacked heel pumps. It's just so versatile. Seriously if you haven't tried it, do it, you will love it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxiWL3s7-nxxemR0veZP6jcdVBYkjPE_zxTLcrWCTeqYoElrvP_aZSvGdwRTE8G3-DZpV3Lj8AJjiWvgTtKshFYuLBjU99V8Bot1WGN7unaJGVib7rKYM2wxjZhc4xkfjgd8MDmW-n6Y/s1600-h/navy+white.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxiWL3s7-nxxemR0veZP6jcdVBYkjPE_zxTLcrWCTeqYoElrvP_aZSvGdwRTE8G3-DZpV3Lj8AJjiWvgTtKshFYuLBjU99V8Bot1WGN7unaJGVib7rKYM2wxjZhc4xkfjgd8MDmW-n6Y/s320/navy+white.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338311841565341202" /></a><br /><br />5. Pedicures - OK ladies, if you bare your tootsies, AT ALL, ever, have them painted. It's my number 1 pet peeve. It grosses me out to see unpainted toes in public. And clear doesn't count, make it a color, have some fun. I just found the perfect shade of bright pink that I will be wearing through the summer - last year it was bright coral, this year bright pink.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwl-0NpKd918B15zdjdWlJ_1rEh8KSbAOlHKjD3XZyOHWZ66fJr-uDQpkQy-tchm_wGvmIJF2hp4uYQEgGIXBVhJkPRv8URlOxNQa_fDn8uOrfnYtUN1WTZmd64CRgLC1Sn1tFWWAOeew/s1600-h/red+%2B+yellow.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwl-0NpKd918B15zdjdWlJ_1rEh8KSbAOlHKjD3XZyOHWZ66fJr-uDQpkQy-tchm_wGvmIJF2hp4uYQEgGIXBVhJkPRv8URlOxNQa_fDn8uOrfnYtUN1WTZmd64CRgLC1Sn1tFWWAOeew/s320/red+%2B+yellow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338308972227440482" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtUBQ4QXe7WmVoP5RqMgxNo9re2OKdal-wXcmExshc3q2KUmtMO9J_TK0nzPj2skxoPtaoYIrPfgaArCeTcH6PlB31Fw-BbeopkGwzT-y6_GuqgM7F0rjgtd448OfH6E5FnReqyKLrH8/s1600-h/mod+squad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtUBQ4QXe7WmVoP5RqMgxNo9re2OKdal-wXcmExshc3q2KUmtMO9J_TK0nzPj2skxoPtaoYIrPfgaArCeTcH6PlB31Fw-BbeopkGwzT-y6_GuqgM7F0rjgtd448OfH6E5FnReqyKLrH8/s320/mod+squad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338309205231371090" /></a><br /><br />Nevers<br />1. Skinny ankle length jeans or skinny jeans at all. Once again - I'm a little chubby and pear shaped. I really don't think these look good on anyone - even the super slim girls that wear them. They remind me of 5th grade and my acid washed girl jeans with the yoke waist and zippers with bows on the top. I was in Lane Bryant last week and seriously there they were on an end cap. Clothing designers of the world, us bigger girls just should not have certain choices. Some of us are going to buy them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UlrfUDQXAKzBaf8NVXlhW-cUhLnk-NFmG-ATf4E7ZnBeUiJnExNwVtCDVNTNQvhgkCeRkTStOogeFjbG6EKxnfNGG17ixRkCNDqrvFVPjE6aszuyErwY_6dWqoOiIWDr4TGudAdlbkU/s1600-h/ankle+zipper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UlrfUDQXAKzBaf8NVXlhW-cUhLnk-NFmG-ATf4E7ZnBeUiJnExNwVtCDVNTNQvhgkCeRkTStOogeFjbG6EKxnfNGG17ixRkCNDqrvFVPjE6aszuyErwY_6dWqoOiIWDr4TGudAdlbkU/s320/ankle+zipper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338309361308104210" /></a><br /><br />2. Sweatpants - in public. I will admit I went through a depressing period this fall when the rain came - but I have re-committed myself to not wearing sweats in public. This includes and is not limited to: fancy sweatpants (yes you with the words on your but) yoga pants as well as sweats you paid way too much for and now have to wear in public to get your monies worth. Remember a time when our mothers made us dress up to go somewhere so people would think the best of you and reminded you that first impressions count? I think we need to get back to that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPv_SPEqk49N41FhgVBnfo7kt10u2EfsRJja6vY8_7Alk2XBQnlNsqxjeElN07JwIgiKBjE8qFY3FAvaK6IxM06MBpZzY5H88Pei3Nzl_TnLF7O4w8voy0QUNcPvXkhmQM27L7cRY2FZg/s1600-h/track+suit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPv_SPEqk49N41FhgVBnfo7kt10u2EfsRJja6vY8_7Alk2XBQnlNsqxjeElN07JwIgiKBjE8qFY3FAvaK6IxM06MBpZzY5H88Pei3Nzl_TnLF7O4w8voy0QUNcPvXkhmQM27L7cRY2FZg/s320/track+suit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338310243460186306" /></a><br /><br />3. Long necklaces - not because I don't like them, I do love them and my sister is a jewelry designer, but I have a large chest - they just look funny on me and inevitably if I wear one, at some point it is gonna end up looped around one of the sisters and that is just not pretty.<br /><br />4. White pants - OK I can see why people would want to wear them, they look so crisp and if you are rail thin, they probably will work, anyone over a certain size just looks bigger. But you have to find the perfect pair. And lets face it - about 90% of the people wearing white pants are not wearing the right pair and you can always see their unmentionables underneath. Dear white pant wearing ladies, we can see your thong and the print on your light colored underwear. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsx-o9KaLDu1dDm-6CKseh5TJ9nDjhCZJHwutEMrDyloK9BHSgCV6IWU4DALHN0X5p_5Mu8YpJjzLuleQE0F66fQAtABZjDWeoy-EtoCUauSAJOrzesNOq3xC0N8N0R6VsqIFR-dva9Xw/s1600-h/white+pants.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsx-o9KaLDu1dDm-6CKseh5TJ9nDjhCZJHwutEMrDyloK9BHSgCV6IWU4DALHN0X5p_5Mu8YpJjzLuleQE0F66fQAtABZjDWeoy-EtoCUauSAJOrzesNOq3xC0N8N0R6VsqIFR-dva9Xw/s320/white+pants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338309556617515762" /></a><br /><br />5. Maxi dresses - Again this is a mostly for me. I am 5'3"-ish. Most of the maxi dresses out there are longer then I am tall. I tried one on the other day and it was funny, I looked like a little kid in her mom's dress.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZLvfHwDxQGEtuh-kRLyaS2g7rbscfV0rSukbPh3f2CvZ9wsGTjlHD1nm5-gHcbmVlFORa2yNdPW6hidyXcx7IMTuoX9Y0mnAvjhwm1_HcI_9XlysoqzwxvA169wAZEZv6x-pAUvtVvg/s1600-h/maxi+dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZLvfHwDxQGEtuh-kRLyaS2g7rbscfV0rSukbPh3f2CvZ9wsGTjlHD1nm5-gHcbmVlFORa2yNdPW6hidyXcx7IMTuoX9Y0mnAvjhwm1_HcI_9XlysoqzwxvA169wAZEZv6x-pAUvtVvg/s320/maxi+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338309744870130818" /></a><br /><br />So there you go Sarah, there are my always-es and nevers - for me.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615754214596239646.post-23269472107912872312009-05-19T16:53:00.000-07:002009-05-19T20:29:21.289-07:00always & neverMy <a href="http://cursivedesign.blogspot.com/">sister</a> tagged me. <br /><br />The rules: make a list of five "always-es" and five "nevers." These must be fashion-related, I have to tag three people, and I can post any pictures I would like to post.<br /><br />Since I am a mom and I blog about Jack and I, I figured I would put a spin on it and make it boy related. I find it difficult and depressing to shop for Jack because the choices are so limited. Sometimes I find myself longingly staring at the girls section just lusting after all the square footage devoted to their clothes. Granted a lot of it is crap and if I had a little girl she wouldn't be allowed to wear most of it. <br /><br />Always<br />1. plaid - Jack wears a lot of plaid, most recently we have been stocking up on cool madras plaid knee length shorts for summer.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYO94ejOs5q3qQruxqCjifmahm1ymTdfN9K-Y1EKdMMaodUuUEZ-kQnqv0QmcaprSqL_VDPRlDWgBAGNKWNbzxvbHqNAIG3DZPhzw5u8DIvVD0JQSP1d-XL32nu4qPkzi8YuZpsfQRvdo/s1600-h/plaid+shorts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYO94ejOs5q3qQruxqCjifmahm1ymTdfN9K-Y1EKdMMaodUuUEZ-kQnqv0QmcaprSqL_VDPRlDWgBAGNKWNbzxvbHqNAIG3DZPhzw5u8DIvVD0JQSP1d-XL32nu4qPkzi8YuZpsfQRvdo/s320/plaid+shorts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337730589015574530" /></a><br /><br />2. converse - Jack just got his first pair of high top chucks, he has been rocking the low tops for years. Right now he has a pair of graphic ones that are really neat.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjOjZVtDcX2W3P1_vW1D1Ev80mEHsE9BE10fRdTWtrMnXOQo0GKgvojvUoMVjx-7i-gUHd_knom_W-jK_O4_w7lX-Xyo77FP0o6dfH5667_gIVCmsTIgAG_OTWRoaXON10CFF7aTtudhA/s1600-h/converse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjOjZVtDcX2W3P1_vW1D1Ev80mEHsE9BE10fRdTWtrMnXOQo0GKgvojvUoMVjx-7i-gUHd_knom_W-jK_O4_w7lX-Xyo77FP0o6dfH5667_gIVCmsTIgAG_OTWRoaXON10CFF7aTtudhA/s320/converse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337730912134310370" /></a><br /><br />3. jeans - always bootcut or skinny straight legged.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUh_POK74jBchhM0A0SAb5AuGtjC8wilYwAznuIREH7BB1pgtGJkcptjaB4vUlgoC4MSWS2PcJPqb0qeycYx1FtKw-HH6Qq-10vN3-N4k4EZXt0g-mhF0_aS5NGP_VxV8sxbO1uHZnMEo/s1600-h/boot+cut+jeans.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUh_POK74jBchhM0A0SAb5AuGtjC8wilYwAznuIREH7BB1pgtGJkcptjaB4vUlgoC4MSWS2PcJPqb0qeycYx1FtKw-HH6Qq-10vN3-N4k4EZXt0g-mhF0_aS5NGP_VxV8sxbO1uHZnMEo/s320/boot+cut+jeans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337731163232856162" /></a><br /><br />4. hair - we don't gel it or part it or comb it to a particular side, we wash it, muss it up and he is on the way. when i see kids with perfectly combed/gelled hair i secretly want to muss it up.<br /><br />5. teeth - we brush them at least 2 times a day here. <br /><br /><br />Nevers<br />1. Character clothing - Since Jack was a baby I can count on one hand the amount of items that have cartoon characters on them, go ahead ask me if he ever wore them. He has one vintage super friends tee that he can wear on the weekends and jammies, I don't mind the character stuff on jammies. I distinctly remember a shopping experience where he asked for something festooned in sponge bob or the like. It went something like this:<br />Jack - Mom doesn't this t-shirt look cool? Can we get it?<br />Me - No.<br />Jack - But Mom Tommy and Kenny have it<br />Me - No Jack, you know I don't buy that stuff.<br />Jack - Mom, why don't you buy it?<br />Me - Jack, because I love you.<br />Also I just feel that it is generally not very well made and way over priced - if I am going to advertise something, I better be getting paid to do it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8NYTNJ3Km6lSWNEP8vwXvQ0frf2OGjHn8mCPZSeeF2CWd6B7lt_x7T-ehBffOOGytfLFReJxA8nOTaxfm9slFzPXBrJxX2RAG9XPbL2e_AR_cwyE3k9v0EaJC4VR2nz7G3tLvBI_UjU/s1600-h/character+tee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8NYTNJ3Km6lSWNEP8vwXvQ0frf2OGjHn8mCPZSeeF2CWd6B7lt_x7T-ehBffOOGytfLFReJxA8nOTaxfm9slFzPXBrJxX2RAG9XPbL2e_AR_cwyE3k9v0EaJC4VR2nz7G3tLvBI_UjU/s320/character+tee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337733367531524866" /></a><br /><br />2. heelys (those shoes with the wheels in the heel), character shoes & hiking/teva sandals. I read once where those heely shoes were causing a spike in emergency room visits and kids were developing Achilles heel problems. Also no velcro, he is 6 and has been able to tie shoes since he was 4.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-kN_JqEdjYnRyky0WjOCnoolnxkn5gTWdGrjchq9MPW_bKttnY3zDmHVSGbFv5IP0MRiJs4VCbDwH_6LXd8BY8sCpgnQVB4AwTyquoblWEod2QfpRxM2iJ2KAnOlLbFWmhKnWjJ-ZkZA/s1600-h/heelys.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-kN_JqEdjYnRyky0WjOCnoolnxkn5gTWdGrjchq9MPW_bKttnY3zDmHVSGbFv5IP0MRiJs4VCbDwH_6LXd8BY8sCpgnQVB4AwTyquoblWEod2QfpRxM2iJ2KAnOlLbFWmhKnWjJ-ZkZA/s320/heelys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337734043103964034" /></a><br /><br />3. no pleats, no carpenter pants, nothing baggy, nothing tapered. Jack is awesome, he wears mostly bootcut jeans and has one pair of skinny grey colored jeans that are pretty cool.<br /><br />4. no sports jerseys or athletic stuff, which means no sweatsuits as casual wear - unless he is sick and is lounging around.<br /><br />5. no message shirts, your kid shouldn't be walking around with some smart mouthed phrase on their shirt. enough said.<br /><br />That's it, my always-es and nevers for Jack. I am going to tag my dear friend <a href="http://atinyrocket.blogspot.com/">erika</a> who does some really cool paintings and my friend <a href="http://theplantworld.blogspot.com/">kim</a> who has the coolest little backyard garden in all of the world and that's it because I don't have any other friends who blog.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07217582605552628210noreply@blogger.com5