tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69131044975780727112024-03-18T20:36:55.918-07:00The Manginelli FamilyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913104497578072711.post-65929195269897796072010-09-02T09:31:00.001-07:002010-09-05T22:08:37.398-07:00The walk to the beach<div><div align="center">You start out by walking down my grandparents' driveway.<img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512905494873378770" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAgDPRBGVAZFX8sp67hT2802wsRGcIaqjvfiJE6VE4d7f3HCcbbxMYSQ1q2imKDsaoxnVyH24ffvllCbRu8FZuwjSsbA2tRGKgtprgXiGlL1W_ltg12go9o6HusVo5LDSNDNpoPdz8sAj2/s400/IMG_5311%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><div align="center"><br />A little ways down, you turn to the right and step over a broken piece of fence into the woods. There is a small winding path<span style="font-weight: normal;"> among the foliage. </span></div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512905500530737154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoU1WgHBQF5mXZwdPdggemhsuBvrwPPIN7W5dcOdxUkAOIhhHMYP0CcB-3fqXPduHEYOVrzeG8wW_8veHWtaQxGRV9Py6QZyBRLEi7hzYQsL8BnranVTv_rg92D6BIzAY2rLDDuFnIyVw/s400/IMG_5313%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: normal;">You go down a little hill into “</span>Mosquito valley<span style="font-weight: normal;">” (generally we ran through this – the name of it scared us more that was probably necessary), <img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512905509295075858" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKz8NYto4za83I_03Uqp9vW5Jx7-fO8l_bV3IobPXHg4v2MmawG-rpnu5fezpAETWC7BwYwlZ3PrKwpOMH5yCieBmHNoyxt0bOU7TNNAKLrJa1WAniMsmGMFzt6cTqlH7aURhlUNSO1vhyphenhyphen/s400/IMG_5315%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512905521274916210" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMoNCH1l-CIbAjG41HQuK-cA5t32j9r-Oisue_XB_EtHOTncq3fzcOUVwTapD06YOETLITJyliPQAE7CRX2Z7IaXcFwFLFOIyfIXbCOfPz3lbp3OYkTLTdrseuaCcWbywNQ_yXSPZbJHdY/s400/IMG_5316%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: normal;">After Mosquito Valley, you go up another bigger hill, and the </span>dirt begins to turn sandy<span style="font-weight: normal;">. Then you break out of the woods, and the smell hits you. It is the smell of the ocean breeze mixed with bayberry bushes that grown along the path. This is when you start to get excited. <img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512905530016418754" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkKmQnHI8RFgAKMl4gasP0jqhxJkUHWNTWgeofjfxsMhBWkKsNjO9GO_IvSRPF6POlJ-umsISL9t6aU2FtD_fSnibbuni7HO7z9Pxo09z3129JnCGLtI86z6rINF55kQmd28JVw3rsfUQh/s400/IMG_5317%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: normal;">You take off your shoes here, because the ground has turned officially to sand. A few more steps...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6s0GP39iCPy4mDpAgV6_S83bllwVMBD63aWm2uQaxz65OLXwK_Y2ocug2Dq3r5Zg_iT0xIe3tFDGSV5MLOSZDA8AwespecvqHesptvB95ryA8HfbtAJviJyIzL8VgvjtWIhrfgx5g7mY/s1600/IMG_5318%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512914096899329970" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6s0GP39iCPy4mDpAgV6_S83bllwVMBD63aWm2uQaxz65OLXwK_Y2ocug2Dq3r5Zg_iT0xIe3tFDGSV5MLOSZDA8AwespecvqHesptvB95ryA8HfbtAJviJyIzL8VgvjtWIhrfgx5g7mY/s400/IMG_5318%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div align="center">and you peak at the top of the hill!<span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513609891237851122" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYA2ISIqC2LremZ69pL04eqFDMBXOLPlf3g90QsID-WXlSDgG9YkPEI6FC-c0BIkX5hU2DJBxx-kJVo2olifdjagCd2R8fi4EasldIZ2evgdy7IIEgjHycz29zEx2F3L5fcNpGAwdWQqW3/s400/IMG_5319%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Here we usually were forced to stop and take a picture<span style="font-weight: normal;"> by my mom or grandpa. Jennie and I kept up the tradition with our kids.</span></div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513611876385182434" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_M9iRqZRP9mmm_pWz-zLLE389V6QbdhUoAj7vuAJerFUWWbGUQg0HdJM-6vNvCQw2DniROGftyZEIhrX3L9v2p9WFfb6PwSSQH0nTbavIxtg0a8JpOWGG9AF8Q_BM3ubyBzTZ7_j1037k/s400/cousins+peak.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />The very best part, however, is the final hill. You run down and back up and then it's into the ocean! I remember screaming, running as fast as I can, with cousins and siblings, leaving the grownups to <em>walk </em>the rest of the way. Grownups...<br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513609900122785362" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNIXKapJTNoAi2uaknt4QObvR-74sSJ-Z36fCr0fPtxcMtMm2Q5SyyP4QeEFcMwVTVdsbhvZx97aN5WGqk2TGHO2L3C8E4qp_Ld-urf90MVdTReJ9Dnvir2ofmEtUXji0A1yp78XHFcOR/s400/IMG_5320%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">And that's it. That's our walk to the beach. <img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513611888344424594" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKcMjCmrOH8QcIiFyPJYRxdnsyckn7SHNK_3lEKYvHdBozh4Y4T82jigRgD8ONvh2qP7hpXNAabVQTbE8MIYXm5W5Y9cn6spXY9jVqUPMSZOlBWHHZE6lHoewFnZZb-rutA9reziYauOM/s400/Em+peak.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span> </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></span>Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913104497578072711.post-68059147894076860452010-08-29T09:12:00.000-07:002010-08-29T09:18:41.597-07:00Suspenders v. BeltA text conversation Jennie and I had one day...<br /><br />Em - <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">Have you ever thought about how impractical suspenders are? Why would you wear pants that were so big the only way to keep them up would be to literally suspend them from your shoulders by straps? I mean, I think they look cool and wouldn't mind if they came back in style, but you would just think people would have worn pants that fit them better or stuck with the ol' belt.<br /></span><br />Jen - <span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="color:#ffff99;">Haha. I don't know. Pants without beltloops maybe? I feel like the ol' suspenders rig up is older than the belt. Am I wrong?<br /></span><br /></span>Em - <span style="color:#ccffff;">I always imagine Moses in a dress with a belt, not suspenders.<br /><br /></span>Jen - <span style="color:#ffff99;">Oh shut up. Whatever. Here's what happened. Women said "we're in charge of making clothes, everyone wears dresses and if you need more support wear a belt." and then men said "we are in charge and we make pants!" and then second man said " what if we need extra support?" and first man furrowed his brow and them said "here attach this piece of elastic to your pants, then drape it over your shoulder and attach it to the other side of pant". And women laughed and laughed and said "belts will work for pants, but that looks funny so just leave them."</span><br />Em - <span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#ccffff;">Ha ha ha ha! "you're right dear, that looks MUCH better. Why don't you wear that to the fire council tonight?"</span> </span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510866548542518178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWB_2klq_ZRKJQPyClnBA4Tj7ntbMdAR9XsguGF0l2HMUvfaHNqP4eBtESzUB_v3l6GSjOKPQOXxLpUQaaut98nzyZE2ExaanLMMGwulDYWrQ_fffOS-RK-gjAifUHJSgC0aqs7IhX0c1/s400/Moses+suspenders.JPG" />Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913104497578072711.post-28198271397877120532010-08-28T09:52:00.000-07:002010-09-05T19:08:18.083-07:00A Manginelli Cape Cod<p class="MsoNormal">This trip was my first one to Cape Cod in about ten years. As a family, growing up, we would go to the Cape for a few weeks almost every summer. My memories are filled with picking blueberries, “2 minute showers!” warning, my little cousins Chrissy, Cassie and Beth, and of course, the <a href="http://manginelli.blogspot.com/2010/09/walk-to-beach.html">walk</a> to the beach.</p><p class="MsoNormal">The memory of this walk is one of the strongest memories I have from childhood. I recounted it to Phil numerous times throughout our marriage. It’s such a part of my family, in a way. My grandmother walked the very same path when she was a little girl, then my mother, then me, and now Jacob (he was carried most of it). I was so thrilled to show it to Phil, although the walk to the beach seemed much shorter this trip! It always seemed like such a big ordeal! I suppose we were smaller, and burdened down with shovels, pails, boogie boards, blankets, and umbrellas<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">. But this time it probably took about 7 minutes to do, although I remember it being 20 minutes, easy.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Besides the beach, and now being the mom who forces her child to take pictures he<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"> doesn’t want to be in, we visited the li</span>ghthous<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">e, made a trip to the famous </span>Atlantic Spice Company<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">, went to a pottery shop, Phil and the boys went to Provincetown, and had many many family dinners. Phil even got to play the classic Demming Cape Cod game called </span>Wahoo<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">. Apparently you are supposed to yell wahoo! when you win. It is a marble and board game we play on a board that my grandmother’s father made when she was a little girl. I really feel so blessed that many of my favorite memories of the Cape we reenacted with Phil and Jacob. They have been initiated.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Not so good things this trip – I got sick all day Saturday and threw up a lot. It was one of the only sunny days so that was a bummer, but my parents were there to help with Jacob.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Jacob threw up Monday.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Phil threw up Wednesday.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Jacob hates dirt and the sand. Whose kid is this? If he falls, he doesn’t cry UNLESS he gets dirt on his hand. Then he cries and walks over to me, holding his hand out for me to brush off. The beach was a little bit of hell for him, but he’s going to have to suck it up. He did like the ocean though, and amazed us with a huge “WOOOOW!” when we walked over the last dune and he saw it for the first time. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">It rained four days in a row. Even though the Cape is beautiful in the rain, I get enough rain at home!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffff99;">Good things this trip – I got to see my parents! Even throwing up, being on the Cape with them and just spending time may have been the most fulfilling part of the trip. It is so nice to see my mom back in her native habitat! And I was able to take a nice long walk on the beach with my dad. He and I seem to get very little time together lately so I cherished that walk.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffff99;">I got to see lots of relatives! Grandma and Grandpa, David, Debbie, Bruce, Sam, Brenda, Susan…and of course my little cousin Cassie (who is not little at all, but my exact same age)! We had so much fun on the bus and she took us around Boston on Friday! I love her.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffff99;">I got to see my siblings! Andrew and Buddie and their children were there for a few days. Jacob seems to idolize Taran, which I’m fine with. I mean, I would love it if he ever had taran’s hair<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">! Jennie and Chris came in a little later in the week with my darling niece </span>Haven<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">! She is just the best – so cute, so happy, and so adventurous. She put Jacob to shame at the beach, </span>loving the sand so much she was basically eating<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"> it. I have to brag about Jacob in some respects though. When he first saw Haven, he could not stop kissing her. He would walk tentatively up to where she was sititng and lean in for kiss after kiss. </span>And if she started to crawl away, he would grab her head with both hands and try for more kisses.<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"> A clean freak he may be, but he is a very, very sweet one. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffff99;">And finally, Sarah flew in to surprise us!!!!! Apparently she and Sam had tickets but he had to stay home from law firm interviews….lousy lawyers. So on Thursday, she just shows up! It was amazing to see her. I MISS YOU SO MUCH SAM!!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">BOSTON</p><p class="MsoNormal">On Friday, we drove into Boston to spend time with my cousin Cassie! She showed us around the Public Gardens, we saw statues and ducks and ponds and it was amazing. Our friend Adam joined us, and we walked a little bit of the Liberty Trail and got to see some great historic sites. Boston was Phil's favorite part, and he has been talking about it ever since we got home. My skirt did fly up completely over my head, causing me to drop my brand new ice latte (I don't know what made me more upset - flashing Boston or losing my coffee), but it was funny either way. I'm sure some people got a real kick out of it. </p><p class="MsoNormal">All in all it was a great trip, very relaxing (although mixed with a lot of stress, I think family vacations, ESPECIALLY when you have a baby, will always have it’s fair share of stress). I could not imagine a better place to spend time with my family. I loved seeing my grandparents and showing it to Phil and Jake. And I write this as I fly home without Jacob on my lap! Phil offered to take him on his flight. It might be the first time Phil has flown with Jacob alone. I am a veteran, having flown four times alone with Jacob, so of course I am probably just as stressed here alone, hoping Phil is ok, as I would be if Jake was there with me. But I’m going to try to let it go, enjoy the rest of my flight, and keep thinking about my new memories from the Cape.</p><!--EndFragment-->Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913104497578072711.post-72033074193475772742010-01-20T11:03:00.001-08:002010-01-30T07:57:45.528-08:00New Year!<div align="left">Welcome 2010!<br /><br /></div><div align="left">Phil, Jacob and I had a fantastic holiday season. We went to Handel's Messiah, hosted a great party, went to a wonderful Christmas Eve service, and spent Christmas Day and the following week in Idaho doing n o t h i n g. Then we went with the entire Manginelli family to Leavenworth for New Years. It was so fun to watch all of the cousins together. Jacob loved being in the middle of the action. He adores his older cousins, and he can't understand why his younger one, Luke, won't play with him. By which I mean, Jacob hits him in the face and doesn't know why Luke won't hit him back. Here are some of the things Jacob is doing right now:</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">-He loves dogs. The Arnolds have a very sweet, but very big dog, so Jacob is used to the tail wagging and licking. I would not be surprised if his first word is "doggy"! Anytime he sees a dog, he grins and lunges toward it. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">-He is crawling so fast I have to run sometimes to keep up with him. Sometimes his legs go faster than his arms and he faceplants. He also loves stairs and can get up them before I even notice he is gone!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">- He says dada all the time, and we are trying to help him associate that word with Phil. I think he's getting it - he seems to have two different reactions to people depending on gender. To daddy, and most boys, he laughs and "gets" them (tickling and slapping at their face). To mommy, and most girls, he snuggles up and kisses. Already he has made a little 8 month old girl cry by kissing her. That's my boy. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">- He has become very electronically saavy. He can turn on the XBOX and knows that remote controls do something if you point them at the TV. I don't think he would be any happier than to sit on the couch with mommy and daddy and play on the laptop.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here are some pictures from our trip:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP26h9UCz1Hm6tNQmZhCvjWVtSjE3-ACHerzNZDa2Bb5BX3MYLAQTfxSmTgjKCuB8WwgPV80r25kkuUGw7yP7roEfmBc3Odo0PnIECqmb-4LN5-HFMhLX3t7XejPF4LBf1O-ELPRebsTpz/s1600-h/IMG_2002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432558715550828178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP26h9UCz1Hm6tNQmZhCvjWVtSjE3-ACHerzNZDa2Bb5BX3MYLAQTfxSmTgjKCuB8WwgPV80r25kkuUGw7yP7roEfmBc3Odo0PnIECqmb-4LN5-HFMhLX3t7XejPF4LBf1O-ELPRebsTpz/s400/IMG_2002.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>The whole family on a winter sleigh ride!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjXxCGyFJ_0gGoRUBMtqMmB877XB22CxWr-jysibLkW3UBQkY6p_r2qXnP8ZuBRfij1mIBZigLar4PT4-_gR8LfnoErVnJjl8C_lh10UW-TzPyYA2ogF81IsIf7tFzPnFmx04lj7G3H5L/s1600-h/IMG_2021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432558708917502290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjXxCGyFJ_0gGoRUBMtqMmB877XB22CxWr-jysibLkW3UBQkY6p_r2qXnP8ZuBRfij1mIBZigLar4PT4-_gR8LfnoErVnJjl8C_lh10UW-TzPyYA2ogF81IsIf7tFzPnFmx04lj7G3H5L/s400/IMG_2021.JPG" /></a>Jacob trying to play with Luke's toy. Luke stood his ground!<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieExbWgfn0S9OqyeiNCkhZWjTdk1VzmKGLelZTvXTMcHdysvXkTE5ffiCq-1uf-gsuFK4UNVW4tKYvrJ2lRmINa5N1ACAKlwtAlNH5rTCNUm_n6PvwWfxlxIyGYgiXvlEcIRNNi56f-pCj/s1600-h/IMG_2025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432558703049780098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieExbWgfn0S9OqyeiNCkhZWjTdk1VzmKGLelZTvXTMcHdysvXkTE5ffiCq-1uf-gsuFK4UNVW4tKYvrJ2lRmINa5N1ACAKlwtAlNH5rTCNUm_n6PvwWfxlxIyGYgiXvlEcIRNNi56f-pCj/s400/IMG_2025.JPG" /></a><br />Can I come in?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigd_KeJtfv4eR4TW3uZTXM-zBybMSWOBYGIMUlvewEDsqt5dMshxAY78LXUEqZ03MQs-NgJrugQlK4Xf-yo5N2lQaqZ8kGixyxSk8o61y-ov7BaoMbbhkKl4_B33BjnMvMwPx3Ib_xOhfz/s1600-h/IMG_1848.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432558692554231634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigd_KeJtfv4eR4TW3uZTXM-zBybMSWOBYGIMUlvewEDsqt5dMshxAY78LXUEqZ03MQs-NgJrugQlK4Xf-yo5N2lQaqZ8kGixyxSk8o61y-ov7BaoMbbhkKl4_B33BjnMvMwPx3Ib_xOhfz/s400/IMG_1848.JPG" /></a> Christmas morning!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjo0HgJzlskXMHN6MVl-iLHUZsLIzJDmuL4Ne9nnp9esOg0bbj-Vfaqg9CpSEkbTl2KahvC3rqOxSxDaWuTzK0EmRPEVb2HMAwk1GqW2a2hl4zoXEbcX4wxxnFgVVZi9q1jf3pX5tSlqg4/s1600-h/SDC11798.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432558685726150194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjo0HgJzlskXMHN6MVl-iLHUZsLIzJDmuL4Ne9nnp9esOg0bbj-Vfaqg9CpSEkbTl2KahvC3rqOxSxDaWuTzK0EmRPEVb2HMAwk1GqW2a2hl4zoXEbcX4wxxnFgVVZi9q1jf3pX5tSlqg4/s400/SDC11798.JPG" /></a><br />Jacob's favorite thing - bathtime! He waits so eagerly for the tub to fill up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div></div></div><br /></div>Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913104497578072711.post-19169393130359499772009-09-18T21:17:00.000-07:002009-09-19T08:42:29.594-07:00Check back often...Jen Manginelli was reading my blog the other day, and told me that she loves how I ended one with "check back often"...three months ago.<br /><br />Admittedly, I am not very diligent at blogging. However, on Wednesday, I didn't go to the bathroom the whole time I was at work (8-5). So, if I don't even have time to pee during the day, you know I don't have time to get online!<br /><br />The reason I have time to sit and do blog right now is because our wonderful friends, Megan and Addie, are starting their SBS in Montana next week. And Phil and I were able to take a few days off work and drive out here with them! It is so relaxing to have nothing to do, and Montana is just a peaceful place anyways. Today we walked around the YWAM base, took a nap, drove into town, ate some good meals, and played cards! It's only 9:3o and I am exhausted. I am planning on going to bed as soon I finish this. For the rest of the weekend we are just going to drink lots of delicious coffee, do lots of devotions, and enjoy the AMAZING weather and views here.<br /><br />Jacob is unreal right now. He had a few rough weeks; Phil and I thought he was teething, but then today he was perfect and showed no signs of teething. He laughs, smiles at everyone, and is just a happy boy. He is also getting really mobile. He can't crawl yet, but if he is on the ground, he can shimmy himself around to get almost anything he wants that is near him. He is pushing himself up really high and starting to lift his bum, so he is figuring it out. He also, just this week, started grabbing anything and everything in sight. It is sweet because now he grabs our faces and even kind of reaches for us. He leaps out of our arms to try to get to food when we are eating. He loves our food...or he thinks he does. We can't give him anything yet, but he just stares at it and reaches for it and starts making chewing motions with his mouth. It's like he learns something new every day. Oh I love him so much. I put a few more videos up on youtube (user name emanginelli11). They are super boring unless you just want to look at Jacob.<br /><br />Work is pretty crazy. Four kids is a lot. One of them always needs something. By the time the afternoon rolls around and Sid and Spencer are in school, and Jaiden (and hopefully Jacob) are napping, I sometimes just have to sit on the couch and stare at the wall for about ten minutes before I get back up to do laundry and stuff. Just thinking about it makes me tired. I'm going to bed. Hey, check back often!!!<br /><br /><p></p><p> </p>Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913104497578072711.post-43958773056206266892009-07-18T22:12:00.000-07:002009-07-19T22:35:32.378-07:00Sherry Potter and the Half-Nap Prince<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">What a crazy and fun week this has been! On Tuesday night, we had a fantastic dinner with our favorite people - Tim and Sherry, Jen and Chris and kiddos, and Amy and Chris!! It was Sherry's birthday, and we made a campfire at Mukilteo beach and had s'mores. It was a beautiful night and I love beaches. It was one of those nights that just made me happy. I could have stayed there all night. Happy Birthday Sherry!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401188901650706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3ERB7e2rqCkNVE_s8syUqNZLRQLf8zmZf9tbqo4iV3xzpbacu7jYy5GqKcirMobudKAUbwxc9O_upN83Rhg-Nckz3MQF5EA9Ufd7xkYDNwAlUn4V_A5izipsBfbyoahl126fGRnK0YAr/s320/SDC11160.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Phil and me at Mukilteo Beach</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">After the s'mores, we went to see the midnight showing of Harry Potter. I liked a lot of things about it, and didn't like a lot of things, but that is for another time. Wonderful Megan Gunnels watched Jacob overnight and we got home around 3 a.m. Three hours later I was up for work, and it was a stressful day. But the good news is that I picked up Erin that day! For those who don't know her, she is my longest friend (I would say oldest but she is 29). We had a pretty strained day with the kids, but once we got home, we went to bed at 8 that night. It was magical. Everyone should try to go to bed at 8 every once in awhile. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">On Thursday we went to work and took the kids to the beach. I love the beach! I just love Washington in the summer. It was fun to show Erin around Kirkland and where I would live if we were millionaires. In general, I would not have known what to do without Erin this week. She held Jacob the whole time we were at the beach, so that we could go out on the boardwalk and I could let the kids jump in the water, and I didn't have to put Jacob on the floor in the bathroom when Sidney had to pee! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">On Friday we did an event with the youth group called "The Amazing Race." Student had to go from place to place in Seattle and do little activities at each stop to get the clue to the next place. It was a really well done event - good job Phil. Erin and I had Jacob, so we couldn't be on a team driving students around but we were at some of the stops giving clues. So Erin got to see Dick's drive-thru, the Seattle beach front, China town, and Alki beach. It was kind of the best sight-seeing tour ever. And we ended up at the beach. (See above exclamation for my feelings about the beach). Jacob fussed a lot the whole day, so I went from saying "Ooooh I'm so stressed out!" to "This is so fun!" quite a few times. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401200993783506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipa5XFOL99fAmvw2lsAa92PeArKqjwUh-5xof3PdIZXdRLJkM_ghFBs4gVUHc_QGBVsOhyphenhyphenahW2L1TM_me7YH4C4SNOLJQJ7J-N5AMod0zkifqA_oF3S2cPft376m3wwdDteEO6F1AmiaQl/s320/SDC11232.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Erin and Jacob at the waterfront carousel</div><div align="center"><see></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401209549284450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkXSWhHxhiNxGlubZC7iDLa4X4ZCcoWX1MTljK0xxGR0DMZ0NuTH-4o0RTPh7lWM_epoJTnsUaApFPFPOJuHwXy-NR4Jm0CQh5KPFjSoFGOIgAaYoYp8vA8SBhLWDMPvUlDifImiVgF1a/s320/SDC11238.JPG" /> <p align="center">Erin and Phil at Alki Beach</p><p align="left"><br />Saturday we were up early and gone all day again. We took the train down to Seattle (another first for me that I got to experience with Erin!) and went to the Seattle Sounders FC vs. Chelsea FC game! It was amazing. Jacob got to come with us and he was so good. What a lucky boy to see Chelsea FC play. He does have this nasty habit of only sleeping for 30 minutes. And then he's up for an hour, and asleep for another 30 minutes. He seems well rested, so I'm not worried, but it is hard to try to find a place he can sleep every hour and a half. Five times a day. </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360408752378008850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_bajnOrmy2bBzvibE20Fj4KC0Xc1OgNv6y6HhXc6Vu1k86rvJpkeLEUi9_S3mCK_b283P5Vo-TSuyRaOQ2pMQuQX_8GdcfgX0f3iDOsoJ1t49BMcafzVAmJV_A6C1GYT6URzmYFgMcY83/s320/SDC11248.JPG" /> <p align="center">Family time at the Sounders game<br /></p><br /><div align="left">Here are just a few more pictures and a video of Jacob. Tomorrow we go back to work, and Erin leaves on Wednesday. Sambo comes in town tomorrow too, so I will have to do some more sight seeing with him. Hopefully, though, things will slow down and I will be home more. Maybe Jacob will start taking longer naps if he isn't being driven around Seattle all day. Maybe I will not have to go to bed at 8 because I am so tired. Maybe I will blog more often than once a month...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEow2SIcTq4BeuVDHFueXTjGksbrb4vNzYX_FJHerbo6_MOTMpWXStJGPCDc0sS5jBOKE8DFi6fIYSJioF0m1Wdblz1Ev4CY4eTYRIU5qpCncYlvZtv5ZqvsGx_JtZ3xlUfeWVNMB7MCGq/s1600-h/SDC11187.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401194651694338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEow2SIcTq4BeuVDHFueXTjGksbrb4vNzYX_FJHerbo6_MOTMpWXStJGPCDc0sS5jBOKE8DFi6fIYSJioF0m1Wdblz1Ev4CY4eTYRIU5qpCncYlvZtv5ZqvsGx_JtZ3xlUfeWVNMB7MCGq/s320/SDC11187.JPG" /></a> Daddy and Jake!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZO8mofWZrL-A_ksIdZp91g1emvsWFtm1v2qJxXSxeK9PCiKDLZ4cSxKuc6lcG7fftnMkWegGgzuKss8n0ZDm-K3O42ZxuZdn9cx9FfPvNkJKK2a5e5005INJRVyTCFO6N7NX-DpafcwK/s1600-h/SDC11134.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401188157563538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZO8mofWZrL-A_ksIdZp91g1emvsWFtm1v2qJxXSxeK9PCiKDLZ4cSxKuc6lcG7fftnMkWegGgzuKss8n0ZDm-K3O42ZxuZdn9cx9FfPvNkJKK2a5e5005INJRVyTCFO6N7NX-DpafcwK/s320/SDC11134.JPG" /></a><br />Mommy and Jake!<br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzzRL1vYxFY95qKj7rtVjTLtP3an0UeSOObDCUzorQW2dgkFfvlHJTVs-LL3yqcWJA8BCeZW0DtuxjK8Pbskw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div></div><div>Jacob trying to figure out how to reach for and kick at things</div><br /></div>Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913104497578072711.post-16638847895751868562009-06-26T20:08:00.000-07:002009-07-10T12:01:13.046-07:00Fail Blog - Phil's first fathers dayLet me preface this by reminding you that this is the first Father's Day that I am responsible for as a mother. I bought Phil a card three weeks early, thinking that I was really ahead of the game. Then Saturday before Father's Day, I thought about how cute it would be for Jacob to make him a homemade mug. Phil was out of town, so it was easy to sneak down to the old Color Me Mine. It was eerily quiet for a Saturday before Father's Day. Wouldn't every good mother be having her children creating thoughtful and personal items for their fathers? So we made a great mug...and found out that it would not be fired and done until Tuesday. After 6 pm. Apparently other mothers have done this before. I don't know why I didn't think about that - I took art in high school. The urgency of writing in the card was lost in the fact that his present was already going to be late. So I forgot. Eventually, on Wednesday night, I brought down a beautifully wrapped present and a hastily written note. Happy Father's Day Phil. We tried.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356723338028969634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvPyUA5qUAhMNBeAmTbzVAKtac9-Zr_CDQUCCcDpe1DM9epdIDLeoAiTR_tctugEzk7ExpJu64ZJlzIL_RTFh6Xz7QXWGaaBWNO5c4CXJvic_Etj7DGgKOA2X155qc8X7Ab81xDeMARMO3/s320/SDC11089.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center">It's Sounders colors. Obviously.</div><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356722818549966978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikrrnYM7ymW_cOf5qmeWmqt0TI6uVPLVvm835MB5S0ljA2f8mirVzwhifT2Q-4Y2C7_4LYWDmcw-qea1O1Xp4P9HnGvgBCkGoYombUOf_Od5VtoS-JdqKwd9yl3tbAZtmdQHLdqF7XUtM/s320/SDC11088.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwRmjGR0VOv3qzWIzUlMTkOPiw3STc0ioe9rRkc6ftx8XQT6tfSsXR6qBvlj5IrgUZ97y64xnWvCGwsKIV3BA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p align="center">Phil picked out this mobile many months before Jacob was born. I wasn't sure if he would like it or not, but it is by far his favorite toy. He just lights up with smiles when I turn it on. Good job dad.</p>Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913104497578072711.post-25791756228671621802009-06-18T21:40:00.000-07:002009-06-19T14:00:54.190-07:00Breakthrough!<div align="left">Yesterday Jacob slept for a two hour nap! Hey, it's a big deal to me. This is from the baby who sleeps for 45 minutes at a time if I am lucky. I kept checking on him over and over again just because I could not believe my luck. It sure makes the afternoons at work go a lot smoother. Instead of having a crying baby and three kids, I just have three kids. Posh, that's EASY. But I am not sure if it was a trend or a fluke, because today I took the kids to the Children's Museum in Seattle. So Jacob fell asleep on and off in my arms/baby carrier/stroller all day. But it was a really fun day overall. I had no idea Seattle Center was so cool! So for all of you who are coming to visit me this summer, I have another "tourist spot" under my belt to show you. Anyways, I hope that his naps just get longer and longer as he gets older. </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">I made a bagel for dinner today and I burned it a little in the toaster. "Not to worry," I told myself. "I will just scrape off the burnt part." And as I scraped the black off, I had this overwhelming memory of doing that again and again and again during my childhood. Back me up Irvin siblings - did we burn toast and bagels all the time, or is it just me? Why didn't we simply adjust our toaster setting? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcPoPG6aSNnpuGpytg-UXbc4DB2xAQ2cQKBOG1NZRS9V5BF4OOTEeEzhPM4IuuPzWxTSu_1x546gH6qklBZKQ6YScpOMbAbp-bSpwdUNKTS9yWkabuqCM24eGGs6L9BSL3Ifds4Hfyt56/s1600-h/IMG00306.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></a></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">In the car I have been listening to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. It's a really good way to spend all of the hours that I am in the car during the day. I'm so excited for the movie to come out, but a little scared. It's a scary book and I just don't like seeing scary things. I know, it's a kids' book. Lay off me. But one unforseen side effect of this is that I now narrate my whole day in my head in an English accent (I think it's actually Dumbledore's voice). And I start using fancy words too. I wish I actually talked like that. Last night I rocked Jacob to sleep in his room, and when he was done, this is that I thought in my head. Honest to goodness, as best as I can remember.</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">"She rose slowly, careful not to disrupt the deep slumber into which she had lulled her son. He twitched as she placed him in his crib, but then settled back into peaceful, rhythmic breathing. She watched him for a minute or so, in awe of how much she loved him, and how much she just wanted to pick him back up and hold him. As she left the room, crossing the small landing into her own, she realized how much she missed her husband. The bed looked cold and uninviting, but after the day she had, any place to rest her head was welcome."</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Oh yeah, remember that's all in Dumbledore's voice. And I do it ALL DAY LONG. Maybe it has less to do with listening to the book and more to do with being lonely! I do miss Phil though. I hope Saturday comes soon. Here are the promised pictures of Jacob!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348911345646127218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcPoPG6aSNnpuGpytg-UXbc4DB2xAQ2cQKBOG1NZRS9V5BF4OOTEeEzhPM4IuuPzWxTSu_1x546gH6qklBZKQ6YScpOMbAbp-bSpwdUNKTS9yWkabuqCM24eGGs6L9BSL3Ifds4Hfyt56/s320/IMG00306.jpg" /></div><br /><p align="center">Jacob is loved much by his Arnold "brothers and sister"! </p><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348909978506525186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpl9GpgRi4YqqIBph-lrRUoKZhllK2paosIcxIMdfQB590jDltYvuqefuKMztyj6T35obQgrB-aMwJyl5vpDnS6sGq2RUekXidVAOzX2FW1TD7LEAZE3dZejdMDYP10CUwbORP6C2X0fz3/s320/SDC11051.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="center">Such hip pants. Thank you Aunt Sarah! Oh yeah, one sock.<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348910462229403154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZfG1Rwb3Zhb2vGUwud2allq8Tmpv3LGoj64yjqe_pUPUbjCByWIV6Sc3gHg1VJmgiQ4F2teVqoe8BmfRIlyjB90C1rXx5u5qiKmyypFywBb2ovuIdTXwktzyaevSiFujNYDVd0NQq633/s320/SDC10996.JPG" /><br /><p align="center">He loves bath time! At least he doesn't cry. I count that as love.<br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44suvIlCp6VrmwBjMoFuIzyC_ZF1AVZMtjrkikkjAOEgeYicStqGH7gO6pJi7k_gDKBVLNBZ29no21hubR8zNLlzMt8TLtqDuKt553lThS0S5rcFaUC9KYrOeGfb4n1fRY7iE8rOXnQ8g/s1600-h/SDC10963.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348894787695710498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44suvIlCp6VrmwBjMoFuIzyC_ZF1AVZMtjrkikkjAOEgeYicStqGH7gO6pJi7k_gDKBVLNBZ29no21hubR8zNLlzMt8TLtqDuKt553lThS0S5rcFaUC9KYrOeGfb4n1fRY7iE8rOXnQ8g/s320/SDC10963.JPG" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44suvIlCp6VrmwBjMoFuIzyC_ZF1AVZMtjrkikkjAOEgeYicStqGH7gO6pJi7k_gDKBVLNBZ29no21hubR8zNLlzMt8TLtqDuKt553lThS0S5rcFaUC9KYrOeGfb4n1fRY7iE8rOXnQ8g/s1600-h/SDC10963.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div>This picture is because some people (Aunt Shelley) do not believe that Jacob cries. He cries. Not very often, but when I withold food from him to get a picture of him crying. </div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1eI6Z8A_WX2iRGfGowELzmUIZNs713d4k_z7976Nxz5e8HKuYTNULovEZc3mepWb_2ELFlzjZa9VFODFckPLh9KteTKcwnZf0ha6g9-ie3w8iLA7yO8cmRphmrA4Jg3rRU_0kKR8_QB1l/s1600-h/jacob+glasses.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348894320361548962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1eI6Z8A_WX2iRGfGowELzmUIZNs713d4k_z7976Nxz5e8HKuYTNULovEZc3mepWb_2ELFlzjZa9VFODFckPLh9KteTKcwnZf0ha6g9-ie3w8iLA7yO8cmRphmrA4Jg3rRU_0kKR8_QB1l/s320/jacob+glasses.jpg" /></a>Jacob wearing Megan's glasses. A glimpse into his future? <shudder></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913104497578072711.post-70982673134577189262009-06-15T10:07:00.001-07:002009-06-15T10:11:07.351-07:00Sounders 1, Emily's diet plan 0<div id="ms__id57"></div>The Sounders won on Saturday! Finally. It was a great game to go see. Megan Gunnels, one of our youth, babysat Jacob and Phil and I got a real date! She did make fun of us, however, because when we got home, we watched the game replay on TV. It's a totally different angle, I told her. Plus I was in the bathroom for one of the goals. Go Sounders!! On Saturday I also ate a Swiss cake roll. Why? Because it was in the fridge and I am trying to be diligent about cleaning out the fridge before I go grocery shopping. It didn't even taste good; it tasted like fridge. I would like to thank my parents for making me so efficient.<br /><div id="ms__id20"></div><div id="ms__id19">Phil left yesterday for Kansas. I had a nice night at home working on projects. Which means I started cleaning out a bunch of cabinets, but ran out of steam and left stuff all over the ground. Then I started writing thank you notes and watching <embarrassed>"The real housewives of New Jersey." But only for an hour! I really am not a horrible person. One of the wives has a hairless cat named Grandma Wrinkles. Laughing at that was worth watching the show. Tonight maybe I will get some things back in their places. </div><div id="ms__id22"></div><div id="ms__id21">I think I will start a section of this blog called "The South will rise again...in Emily" and write things I do that are randomly Southern and/or just white trash. Every once in awhile I will catch myself saying something, and it seems worth telling everyone. Last night, for example, the sheets were all tangled up and as I was trying to figure them out, I said out loud, "What in tarnation?" Then I realized what I said and looked around to make sure noone had heard. Ha ha! This is on the heels of last week when I said "Where did my razor get to?" as Phil and I were unpacking from California.</div><div id="ms__id23"></div><div id="ms__id24">Well, I have sufficiently bored myself with the recollections of my weekend. New pictures of Jacob coming soon, so come back!</div><br /><div id="ms__id25"></div>Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913104497578072711.post-83640384677516269572009-06-11T22:07:00.000-07:002009-06-12T18:10:33.766-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJmdFqm9PMShWmhDJH4t9UCFTsK6iR8E_0z187xpKBwulboq5_TD-_ONopC44C6QrKx3CBfv0zQ_P9US6tsINEvNs3BevX6-12CYtybifl_601rmFG1R5eAa8GFRemht_C6nrTvdvDp7dy/s1600-h/SDC10879.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346307226120235522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJmdFqm9PMShWmhDJH4t9UCFTsK6iR8E_0z187xpKBwulboq5_TD-_ONopC44C6QrKx3CBfv0zQ_P9US6tsINEvNs3BevX6-12CYtybifl_601rmFG1R5eAa8GFRemht_C6nrTvdvDp7dy/s320/SDC10879.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Inspired by my sister Jennie, I have decided to start a family blog. Also, having our first child may have something to do with it. There are a lot more people who care about us now that Jacob is around. Or at least they are more inclined to check the blog to see if I have new pictures of Jacob :)</div><br /><br />Phil is officially back into the swing of things at church. He took on some extra hours doing graphics and the church website, and did a great job as always. However, I think he is really excited to hand it off and have more time at home. Which is an ironic thing to say, because he leaves this Sunday for a week-long camp in Kansas, comes home on Saturday, and leaves on Monday for a week in Portland. Oh, and then we leave for L.A. over the July 4th weekend for a leadership conference. Did I say he would have MORE time at home? Hmmm...<br /><br />I also went back to work, although it was only this past Monday. It is hard. There is no other way to say it. Jacob doesn't sleep well during the day, so not only do I have him up most of the time, I have him up and crying. (He's crying, not me. Not yet.) So my stress and irritation levels have been off the charts, but I think I am doing a good job of not showing it to the kids. You can ask them though, they may say something different. I just keep telling myself it will only get easier - Jacob will get older and more routine, and the kids will eventually go back to school! But the Arnolds are being complete angels. I have no complaints there. In fact, Spencer made some "rules" yesterday for when Jacob is trying to sleep. He suggested we do, "No screaming, no yelling, no rolling cars on the floor, no stomping, and no fighting." I, in turn, suggested we <em>never</em> fight, but he disagreed.<br /><br />Jacob is ten weeks old today. It has gone by as quickly as everyone said it would.<br />Top three things about Jacob right now - 1. When he smiles, it is the most amazing thing ever. - 2. When he sleeps at night, he is like a rock. He may wake up to eat, but it only takes about ten minutes and then it's back to bed. - 3. When he wakes up for the day, he stretches forever. He arches his back and reaches his little fists all the way up over his head and just S T R E T C H E S! So cute; I will get it on video one of these days.<br />Worst three things - 1. He does not nap. He just won't do it. The longest stretch he goes has been three hours....oh wait, that's when I sleep with him. And I don't have that luxury very often. Without me, in his crib? I'm lucky if I get 20 minutes. So then he's tired all day, and I feel like I am constantly putting him down for a nap. - 2. He has started to find his eyes to rub, but he is not good enough at it to control his hands, so we have a lot of self-inflicted punches to the face lately. - 3. He always loses just one sock. Our one sock wonder.<br /><br />So check back often, hopefully I will be diligent about this. You know, because so many exciting things happen in our life. We love you! And I do know how creepy my hand looks in the above picture.Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12831662998412478211noreply@blogger.com1